Again, again, once more, please, there is,
that moment when passion defined
bodies interlace with a certain beauty that is
human unprovoked only received
together alone
inside each other’s quiet interior
raging fire,
a sweet reckoning
only to feel
only to grasp
to trace with a gentle sense of
quiet exploration,
finding her center,
knowing his,
she would chuckle amidst her travel,
him, searching with a delicious trace of harmony,
together, alone
now a nostalgic fantasy,
once alive inside the sensuality defines
our own personal need
that without the touch of another,
we might simply reflect upon
what once, might have been,
still is – out of reach
yet in my mind, you are here,
nearby, right next to me,
searching eyes
an elegance we might remind
this eternal foray
is
together alone
is love.
© Scott F Savage 6/2021
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