Poem of Desire

Inner turmoil
Should I?
A gentle circling
Your fingers on my breast
We cannot progress
- Beyond this touch -
Suspended in this moment
Subtle acknowledgement
Desire awakened
We come together
Inevitably
We cannot hold back
Just this once
Attuned to each other’s rhythm
Being true to ourselves
So often we deny
The truth so long concealed
This must be the first time
And the last time
I can never have you
But I will always yearn for you

Mary Monaghan
Featured in the anthology ‘Writing the Self’

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