A Longing Carved
An ancient curse that is what you are deep in my heart
A Longing Carved
A longing carved
in breath and blood and stone,
it moves through me
as if it owns my veins.
It turns the night
into a deeper calling,
a quiet pull
I never learned to fight.
Your shadow comes
with slow, familiar heat,
the kind that sinks
into my hidden places.
I feel you rise
in every whispered moment,
a touch unseen
yet carved beneath my ribs.
Your memory holds
the shape of everything,
the way you stayed
inside my quiet storms.
I reach for you
reason keeps me trembling,
though every path
reminds me of the cost.
And still you live
within the dark I carry,
a wanting bound
to everything I am.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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These are the longings that make us human. Good job.