Poetry
24-Hours Without You
Poetry
A day without you,
is 24-hours in a city unknown.
My heart beats in slivers,
two strong slivers.
The first sliver yearns to
come back,
to the home you are.
To the home
of your tender wake-up calls,
your invisible embrace,
and long peaceful whispers.
I want to buzz back
to your honeyed heart
that feeds my hungry passion.
I want to sink back
into your gaze,
which wraps me snug and tight,
like a silky downy blanket.
I feel the second sliver
pulling me,
pulling me to tinier slivers.
Pulling me,
so hard, so deep,
into the adventure
of the unknown.
I have always loved the allure
of the unknown.
Mama said so,
and Mama never lies.
It’s almost 48-hours,
without you,
and the story is different
from the 24-hours.
© Deborah Woruka 2024. All Rights Reserved.
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