Love Sick Poem by Mikienna Joi

The tiniest sliver of a crescent moon hovers;
Wallowing on its back in the dusky sky,
As if to catch the heartfelt tears
Cascading down a pain ravaged cheek.

Comprehension, realization…desolate sadness;
Lurking, swelling, overflowing;
Languishing for your touch;
Drawn by a tide of overwhelming yearning.

Celestial tears caught and bottled;
Comforted by the melody of silken strands,
Woven across distance;
Visible, only to our apotheosis.

The loneliness, the anguish, the heartbreak;
The desire, the passion, the force of connection;
Beyond timeless…beyond completion;
Needing you…loving you…yet forbidden.