The Fallow

The Fallow

Dry taste on my tongue and lips

Barren words lost to the unspoken

Haste I wait

The passing days taken hard to heart

Suns and moons across my eyes

Waste I wait

Bitter sand grit in my teeth

I thirst for a quenching kiss

Taste I wait

Shroud of shadow upon my door

Cold air drafting across my way

Paced I wait

Spring waters need renew my soul

Parched thirst remedy lust for touch and whole

Haste I wait

Reach to my longing loins of flesh and blood

May this time be in love and not at gallow

Renew me with your passion as I am awaiting the fallow.

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[ferousfinite]

This piece is about the term of silence between relationships that we all experience. Either difficult or easy to face, there comes a time where you can't deny your need to have somebody.