I Wait/Poetry

  Another from the archives of a younger, lonelier, me…..     I Wait   by Cheryl Pennington   My heart, like an empty goblet, longs to be filled again. Your touch, intoxicating as any heady liquor, could fill me so.   My hands, like the wind in the trees, long to caress your body, to feel the quiver beneath my fingers, as the leaves quiver beneath the touch of the breeze.   My body, like a song with no music, longs for the rhythm of yours- movement for movement, changing the notes at will.   My life, like an … Continue reading I Wait/Poetry