Crave

In the pale wash of lonely 

Your stark branch against my sky

I hear you calling 

I hear you cry 

In the blue moan of Mondays 

Your dreams penetrate my mind 

I feel you waking

I feel you rise

In lamp-lit miles between us

Your crystal words invade my heart

I see you smiling 

I see you laugh

In embers warmed with yearning

You’re wood-tinder to my flame 

I sense your longing

I sense your pain 

In pitch of bitter darkness 

Your aurora fills my dark 

I crave your lovemaking    

I crave only... your heart

@ Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry 

  (Both Poem and Art)