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Now, and Not Yet
In the marrow of your bones,
A fire kindles, a yearning grows,
You're young now, with skin that hungers for love,
But you’re still naive of heart.
Now, your flesh asks for the touch of others,
Fingers trace the shadows of a body
Not yet ready to bear the weight of
A man filled with grownup desire for a woman.
Lust unfurls within like a night-blooming flower,
Its scent asks only for a sinless satisfaction,
But you’re not yet the vessel to carry such a storm,
To open yourself to the flood without losing too much.
Will this always be the eternal rhythm of our lives?
Hearts pulsing with desire that is always not-yet?
Perhaps you should spread the lips of your young scented bloom
Letting the boy taste you now while waiting for the not yet.
A fire kindles, a yearning grows,
You're young now, with skin that hungers for love,
But you’re still naive of heart.
Now, your flesh asks for the touch of others,
Fingers trace the shadows of a body
Not yet ready to bear the weight of
A man filled with grownup desire for a woman.
Lust unfurls within like a night-blooming flower,
Its scent asks only for a sinless satisfaction,
But you’re not yet the vessel to carry such a storm,
To open yourself to the flood without losing too much.
Will this always be the eternal rhythm of our lives?
Hearts pulsing with desire that is always not-yet?
Perhaps you should spread the lips of your young scented bloom
Letting the boy taste you now while waiting for the not yet.
Published 7th Dec 2024
Author's Note
Visiting with a young neighbor girl struggling with how to negotiate her maturing emotions prompted this write. I see so much of my life playing out in hers.
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7th Dec 2024 7:35pm
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You're young now, with skin that hungers for love,
But you’re still naive of heart.
Now, your flesh asks for the touch of others,
Fingers trace the shadows of a body
Not yet ready to bear the weight of
A man filled with grownup desire for a woman.
You're young now, with skin that hungers for love,
But you’re still naive of heart.
Now, your flesh asks for the touch of others,
Fingers trace the shadows of a body
Not yet ready to bear the weight of
A man filled with grownup desire for a woman.
