April

by Kristina

How can I begin to describe

The ocean

Of emotion

The toll

Of my soul

To feel each and every person

To see them in a way

I cannot describe

I cannot explain

 

Tell me I’m not alone in

These feelings

This needing

Of love

Of a touch

So gentle yet so profound

It engulfs me as such

A mere leech

Yearning to latch

Attach

And bleed you dry

 

I do not have ill intent

I swear my love is innocent

And I yearn

For reciprocation

The anticipation

To see in the eyes

Of another

The eyes of my lover

A hunger so loud

A passion so proud

I can find some relief

After years of heartache, denial, grief