It seems to me
That my desires change
From day to day
Moment by moment
Sometimes I desire
Peace and quiet
Solitude….a chance to write
Outside on the patio
Surrounded by nature
Other times I can’t wait
To feel the music
Beneath my feet
And dance all night
The pleasure of company
Loved ones with me
On cold days,I so desire
A crackling fire
Cup filled with cocoa
Fresh baked cookies
Books to read
But as soon as it warms up
The things change
And I desire
Juicy peaches and mangos
Fresh squeezed lemonade
Coconut oil rubbed on my skin
Feet plopped in the sand
There are times when i desire
Nothing but an embrace
And other times I can never get enough
Of my love language of touch
I might desire to slip away
Unnoticed
A wisp in the air
Another times I make sure
My desires were made clear
The only thing
That’s never changed
Is my desire
To be me.
Jeanna’ Mead
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