Thirsty

I am so thirsty
I am immersed in fantasies of a time when my thirst was so well quenched
My soul was refreshed and my parched needs answered
A time when my mind was challenged and stimulated
My heart valued
My fires stoked
My passions met
Every movement or comment part of the dance
Every idea appreciated and explored with genuine curiosity
A time when long and deep conversations bloomed into sighs and gasps
When I was seen as a spirit and a woman
When I was worshiped like a goddess and accepted as my authentic and whole self
I remember what it feels like to know satisfaction in my soul
To be matched in every way
A time when stimulating debate ended in lovemaking
Where flirty jokes ended in effervescent laughter

I long to be loved in that way again
To be seen
To be heard
To be appreciated
To be sparred with
I want to bask in conversations which stimulate my mind so much that my body can't help but follow
Instead I live in static and daydreams
Memories and faded photographs of a time when there was more
It is these memories that informs my thirst
If I had never known that water could be so cool and so sweet, maybe I wouldn't crave it so
Instead, I will drink my tepid water as it is better than none
And I will pray for rain
-gws