If Only to Imagine
While I might walk tender,
a thought, an emotion, a memory,
always we will determine our want,
in the light of need.
Then when does that human piece of reality,
choose to cross over.
How is it we do demonstrate desire,
recognize a romantic interlude
becomes further defining than fantasy.
How is it we are able to step out of our pages,
and feel the fabric of each other’s passion,
to describe the word,
the telling point,
that climactic suggestion,
holds the reader’s eyes,
until suddenly not the foreshadower,
we are now the instinct.
Together in a wave of thoughtful impulse,
we might allow our lives to seek,
to have, to hold, to rush inside each other’s lives to find,
to yes, indeed, once again, discover