What does it feel like to
be really loved?
Like passionate focus.
Like creative energy directed at you.
Like sustained being to being.
I have never felt that in
my whole existence.
Perhaps gentle moments
of Care that come like a warm breeze
and go away when the season has passed.
But not full love as a constant
that is there uncorrupted
as a statement of truth.
Lucky you who have and are feeling
this love of fullness like the time
after a wonderful meal.
I desire such a love but in this
life when nothing is granted as a
right it may never find its place
in this yearning soul of a fool.