apersonaljourney – stories of love

Pieces, shards, sharp edges

all tossed upon a grainy floor,

scratching sounds,

an obvious disconnect

without balance

or logical shape,

simple malevolent lives.

The shapes of our reason,

all seemingly wanting

some fusion,

a reason

to exist amongst

one another,

a passion perhaps

brought lives together,

this was a story,

long before the quiet

unraveling.

One day, some might believe

a wholeness did occur

when smiles and lips and eyes

traveled inside each other

a dream,

a finding center,

gasps and sweet scent

inside sensuality,

the mix of lips and taste,

long reaching hands,

fast drawn into each other’s

aching skin,

wanting only forever,

in the arms of a lover.

Yet, now the midnight sky,

an insomniac

piecing the remains

amongst a puzzle of time,

all interlaced at once

when memory shifts

to the beauty and grace

in love, in now … love.

© Scott F Savage 2019