if I could run tips of my fingers
along her brow,
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
sweet less erogenous love
rather than simply
imagining a chance to arouse.
Do we yearn the touch of a friend,
a woebegone moment that might
replace the loneliness in our hearts.
I stand inside a climate of change,
a world without
only the surface of an
probably in time,
not capable of
altering a passionate
Yet stand alone,
upon the beauty, that certain elegance,
the warm sensation of knowing,
someone does care
with meaning in their own
© Scott F Savage 3/2020