In my arms
would be a fantasy,
perhaps a leading passion,
yet, lest forget
that initial desire, a longing,
a need we might define
who it is we might be,
human – the capacity for love.
We are, can be, will be
a needy persona
on a rain swept afternoon,
watching the skies gray,
imagine if when
we could,
hold each other, close.
So often,
preventable measures
societal leisures,
meant as they are called,
for there is nothing purposeful about
a restriction on love,
no matter the circumstance
when a soul is a soul is …
in my heart.
I watched the sky this morning,
imagining the streaks across
a cloudless wonder
to be her,
an adventure
a visit to the sea
moments of departure
from a land-locked reality.
Oh to be the natural beauty surround,
that her eyes only hers might swoon.
© Scott F Savage 2/2020
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