Alone in my longing

Alone in my longing,
an unbearable weight,
it weighs a feather,
unbearable weight.
Needing and needing
for words ungiven.
You are loved as you are,
and for the home you seek,
your home is me.
The more it’s ungiven,
the more it’s desired,

The more the despair
unbearable weight.
Longing for the shelter of your wings
a form of blessing

ungiven
that carries me through the long night’s despair
Alone in my longing,
alone in the nights,
as I recite to myself:
hope is not a thing with a feather.
Run.
Run where?
I dream of homes,
domestic blessings, shelter through joy,
a flower garden in the spring, with basil and thyme,
longing that finds rest,
and lips that keep me longing, unfed.
Domestic blessings.