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Desire

Desire shakes me once again,
here is that melting of my limbs.
It is a creeping thing, and bittersweet.
I can do nothing to resist
--translated from the Greek by Suzy Q. Groden

A familiar ache gnaws from within,
dissolving me into longing.
It's a sneaky, sweet agony, I can’t dispel.
I teeter on the brink, yearning for closeness,
tempted to tumble into the arms of
a man who belongs to another.

Guilt gnashes at me, a relentless reminder
of past failings, yet the hollow loneliness
and my wandering fingers urge me on.

My hunger is not for food. I am fed and
the milk of my breasts sustains my child.
I hunger for the touch of a grown man.
A man who’ll say I’m beautiful.