I haven’t let time go by,
too hard,
far easier to remember than ignore
such is the delight
a natural melody in my mind,
when I imagine your eyes,
a touch,
even in the fantasy of so much
passion
when I might count upon
your arms to hold me,
your compassion to bear with me,
that natural confidence I would feel.
Your shoulders,
my lips will always remember,
yearn for such are the soft moments
when we could,
we did smile.
I have imagery of a butterfly
in safe keeping,
genuine delight in your eyes,
among such is a European landscape.
So deserving of your beauty
to mingle with
vintage artistry,
where moons did open the skies,
sunrises and sunsets
brought tears to eyes,
such is the elegance
romantic rendezvous
I wasn’t there to witness just you
wandering narrow cobblestones
inside stucco dreams
of a weeping
ordinary yet suggestive
summer morning.
© Scott F Savage 7/2020
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