The Thirst Remains


I’m the junkie 
twitching 
for his next fix  

I’m the drunkard 
looking 
for his next drink  

I’m the infant 
crying 
for his mother’s breast

The need in me 
to give life to 
my thoughts 
is undeniable  

My fingers 
are drawn to the keyboard 
searching 
for that release

I long to 
watch the letters 
flow 
across the screen 
as I chase the cursor

The cursor 
is mocking 
me 
today

My thoughts 
will not emerge 
upon the page

Today 
the thirst 
remains

(C) 2019 Penny Wilson

*The original version of this was written several years ago. 
I liked it then, but decided it needed a fresh tweak. I hope you 
enjoyed. Penny

Good Teacher


You were a good teacher.

You taught my skin to delight in your caress.

My fingers learned to search for yours.

I learned to listen for your whispers.

My sighs learned your name.  

My desire learned to match your heat.

My pulse learned to quicken with your embrace.

You taught me to thirst for your touch.

I learned the loneliness of empty nights.

You taught my tears to fall in your absence.

You taught me how to say goodbye.

I learned of a broken heart.

© 2018 Penny Wilson

The Moon Won’t Tell


The moon won’t tell.

It does not hear my pleas.

You’re not to be found.

I’m down on my knees.

I’ve risked and plotted

For eyes that look like yours.

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