Monday, March 9

Puppy-Mode Melancholy

I sat in the car.
As fields and cities rushed by.
Struggled to suppress all the crawling longing in my heart

Hand to hold with
Shoulder to lean on
Arm draped around my shoulder
Hair ruffled
Simple bodily warm

Bitter sweet longing
Puppy-like thirst of touch

Melancholy on occasions
Pulled by the rushing wind