Here
by Piper Lauri Salogga

My head spins
sometimes…
drags down
skirting the ground
in jealousy’s grip…
so sure it cannot have,
hold, keep, be;
seeing others get,
present, show up,
celebrity.

I’d stomp like a child
if I thought it would help.

Instead,
“Where’s mine?”
Diminutive whine.

“Love,
it’s right here –
within reach.”
Hearing
without feeling is
disbelieving.

To shake the belittled tree,
“Just give it to me!”

I’m tired
of waiting.
Damn waiting,
and waiting and
trying and
waiting.

“Right here,”
consistently.
Soft, sure,
patient alongside
until the crack –

stubborn shell –
is felt, "Ahhh.
Yes. Here.

to Living Sensual!
Live in Love with Life
xo Piper