I thought what I needed was affection,
The arousing sensations of physical stimulation.
Used to be that it would work
To numb the pain..
Or at the very least, take the edge off.

I thought feeling the warmth of another body wrapped up with mine
Would quiet the gnawing,
Still the restlessness.
I thought for sure just a touch
Or a sweet sensual kiss
Would soothe the ache within.

It didn’t.
None of it did.

And even though I stumbled,
In that brief moment of weakness I discovered..
It’s the soul that’s longing..
Longing for it’s own medicine.
And nothing in the physical can remedy that.

Not anymore.