The Longing Poem by Deb Fowler

My hands could feel the blooms
blossoms bursting,
in the bed of yellow, pink,
red, lavender
though there was no touch,
forbidden I knew
my chubby childs hand
reached,
wanted for one touch
of this fragile beauty
felt the longing to possess,
tender petals
soft as cotton candy.

Now
I reach for you,
longing, aching
for the tenderness of
your hand in mine,
sweet smell of cologne
lips tempting my lips,
the swell of your chest
as you pull me close,
wanting you
to possess me.