Wanting soft,
this touch,
if I could run tips of my fingers
along her brow,
that magic,
a sensation,
the ability to then connect with eyes,
to feel each other’s soul wanting to come to life.
Is it that close to finding heaven
when in each other
we discover
sweet less erogenous love
rather than simply
imagining a chance to arouse.
Do we yearn the touch of a friend,
a companion,
a lover,
a woebegone moment that might
replace the loneliness in our hearts.
I stand inside a climate of change,
to realize,
to visualize
a world without
touch
only the surface of an
imagination,
probably in time,
not capable of
altering a passionate
intrigue.
Yet stand alone,
and reflect
upon the beauty, that certain elegance,
the warm sensation of knowing,
someone does care
with meaning in their own
ability to
touch.
© Scott F Savage 3/2020
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