Can you remember when one time we forgot about who we were,
just went with,
just felt like the two of us,
all that minutia which wasn’t important at the time,
suddenly reared its ugly head,
and there we stood
in the quiet rain.
That (part) of our lives we didn’t wish to know
wouldn’t leave,
wouldn’t go away,
wouldn’t let us ever forget,
this time, next time, anytime
a notion of sensuality entered our mind,
we could only speak to the reality,
that piece of ourselves
we might never leave,
we would never leave,
we couldn’t no matter if we might create a fantasy,
that made us want to,
wish to
believe we could,
and yet,
sunrises and sunsets, full moons and the milky way,
we see them every night and day,
the rest of our lives.
Love.
© Scott F Savage 7/2021
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