If we might
without the normal rules that apply
oh that judgement
that scrutiny
a bald-faced lie
or even maybe
misperception.
When would you might look me in the eye
could you really see
or is there a measure
beyond our normal ability to share compassion
when one is feeling
a strong breeze shifting planes of emotion,
traveling away from where we are
want to be,
felt we could or had been or knew
when once there was an electrifying
pandemonium
of love and passion and unbridled
sensuality
suddenly today these tears,
those images we all try to hide away
this flood of drowning sorrows
becomes some measurable albatross
forever standing in the way.
© Scott F Savage 5/2021
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