In the surreal sense of the human condition,
though we were little connected in physicality,
I hadn’t imagined the pain in my emotion,
I would feel when realizing this became insanity.
Shadowed by decades we do recall our delights
when memory raises expectations beyond the now,
we will always design such erotic nights,
or perhaps it is me while I raise your eyebrow.
I did for that brief moment reminisce sweet eyes
those touched my heart daily when then
I could pine over love never knowing just why
until again many distant songs later when
a voice would speak of love and ceremony,
a wisp of flattery, a toss of childhood romance
would remind my body beyond my infamy,
I could again love you if only by some chance.
Yet while I tease the reality of our lives
I want nothing more than your own peace
when in the beauty of time, love thrives
in the knowledge of persecuted release.
Fond are the eyes in the grace of her elegance,
I’ll imagine nostalgic caress is sweet chance.