dis-connecting

My heart is dis-connecting from many past. Chocolate after a very long hard day, I crave the connection. To hear, smell, touch, see you, each one of you. The child in me cries for impetuousness and to live impulsively, yet there is no security in flighty ways.

Dis-connecting weighs heavy on my brain, I have gotten use to their ways. Their smile, their lips, their kiss, their eyes and how they look at me with such caring. Yet there is a light beyond. I feel it as well. My heart knows the path, it will go past the dark with ease if I don't let the memory gremlins get a hold of me and veer me off course.

To brush my body against the warmth and heat of passion as well as feel the softness of comfort wrapped arms around me and to feel welcome into someone's life, their inner sanctum and feeling secure and at home. That is what I disconnect from. For one moment it is surrounding my every being...

but then it is gone, even more speedily than it came.