A Sense of Longing

I see you,
And I long for you.
You’re going about mundane tasks,
Industrious as ever,
Impervious to my stares.
Longing fills my heart and soul,
And feels like a baby lodged there,
Kicking,
Screaming,
Dying to be let out.
I am stretched thin with longing.
It tires me.
Your voice floats across to me,
Wisps of your gentle tones
Tickle my ears,
Enter my consciousness,
Like an echo of my mind.
Lost in my thoughts,
I’m taken aback when
Suddenly you’re there.
One hand on my shoulder,
The other gently touching my hair.
You touch me softly,
But it feels electric.
Your warmth spreads through me,
Your fingertips make me whole.
And then we kiss.
You taste of longing.
And I know that,
You saw me,
And you wanted me too.

[Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a poem featuring at least three of the five senses]