Eyes
are real
hers in moonlight
the scent of a passion
soft a hand
upon my shoulder
in that naked moment
a sleepless night.
Would love
in some surreal
typical tragic
arena of judgment
be so shallow
might present
in an alternate state
still would she show
sweet elegance
he may know.
For it is
this our forever
unresolved
yet solace is truth
when lost
chosen
in truth
we do our love
internalize a freedom.
©️Scott F Savage 2019
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Antony H.
Beautiful.
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