Eternal Yearning Poem by Edwina Reizer
Eternal Yearning
I'll take a trip.
I know not where?
But any place
where I've no care
is better than where I am.
I'll search for you
until I see
that where you are
is the place for me.
For I feel that I'll be damned
to never feel
your lips on mine
or taste of pleasure
like sweet wine.
I would dry up like a clam
that's left on the beach
under the sun
where I can't hide
or ever run
to find I'm the sacrificial lamb.
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