Hungry Heart (A Poem).

 
So many of us are hungry, for real meaningful human connections.

We build these walls around us, walls that would make Donald Trump salivate. In an effort to protect ourselves.

It is terrifying to be naked and vulnerable.
Especially when you’ve been hurt. As most of us have.

What’s more terrifying is to live a half life.
To only brush the surface of love.

I heard the most wonderful quote from “Waking Life” once. It goes: “The worst mistake that you can make is to think you’re alive, when really you’re asleep in life’s waiting room.”

This poem is for the lover’s asleep in life’s waiting room. It’s time to wake up. Life is so terribly short.

Hungry Heart

I am starving to be touched
Really
Touched

I have grown tired of the superficial entanglement
Offered up like water at a restaurant.

Grasp my soul when you pull my hair
Kiss me
And kiss that raging fire inside me

Never wishing to extinguish it

And oh, how I find warmth by your fire

That part of you that still echoes dreams

Into the hollows of our modern day

Make space for me in your mind

In that quiet spot you go to find peace

I don’t ask for “perfect”

So invite me in

So that I may light candles in your darkened corridors

And taste the honey that drips from your

Hungry Heart

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