I can’t write to you
when I can,
I won’t ever know,
n’ever again.
© Scott F Savage 3/2022
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Author Archives: a quiet man
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This Overwhelming Ache
Posted at 10:29 pm , on March 31, 2022
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Her Sensuality
Posted at 12:37 pm , on March 24, 2022
While deep in mind
only the damp taste of her skin
lips trace stirring gasps
silk tease of a neck so precious
as her shoulders open
now wanting more
while hands await a reach
and then flourish
the small of her back
soft kneading fingertips
knowing her center is near
yet a wanton tease
awaiting her own urgency
to now
now
to now
seek her wonder
there it is,
sweet sensuality
her beautiful soul.
© Scott F Savage 3/2022
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A Pretty Blue
Posted at 5:54 pm , on March 18, 2022
If sky could speak
a pretty melody play.
Stand outside and look,
look higher, feel the wind
play upon naked skin.
In this moment
your marvelous eye.
A radiant blue,
a promise for you.
©️Scott F Savage 3/2022
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Posted at 5:19 pm , on March 6, 2022
Like cherishing a stone
the polish
all smooth and delicate
the touch of our own skin
feels like we are being
gifted.
The touch,
the stone,
the afterthought.
© Scott F Savage 3/5
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follow my lead
Posted at 7:12 pm , on February 20, 2022
he would bow if told
hold his hand gently
she may melt my mind tonight.
smooth hands, taunting smile.
Do you remember romance?
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I Could Fall Back In A Full Moon
Posted at 10:42 pm , on February 19, 2022
A glance into my evening parade
the thought police, the reminders,
what we were, wanted to be,
what we are today, who,
I can never really tell anymore.
But I wait for the moon, sleek
across a twilight sky,
I’m with you, me, we too
we are one in nature’s incandescent
dance in a gallery
stars inside
crying hearts.
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A Quiet Reckoning
Posted at 4:09 pm , on February 17, 2022
Haven’t a place to begin
sorting through old tapes.
The aftermath,
sometimes would chase me in
leaving little remaining wrath,
only hope and peace but running laps.
Haven’t found a solution
only a quiet, a reckoning.
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Times Like Now
Posted at 10:05 pm , on January 29, 2022
I forget where I am
hand slides across cheek
eyes narrow on the paper
and the tides sweep.
Play with hair, caress …
a human
only realizes themselves
after a
moment
they call it only another
minute ago.
We all live inside the aquarium,
yeah, you know three squares,
we can all dance a little slower.
This is life
we make it create it
as I walk down the street I can sense all around me
a hope and a prayer.
Times Like Now
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When Last We Spoke
Posted at 7:26 pm , on January 25, 2022
We had tears, some confusion
a knowing glance, scared eyes,
we really had nowhere to turn,
yet you stood by, your empathy.
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Walking In My Dreams
Posted at 1:05 pm , on January 23, 2022
I wish to do so,
almost every night,
suddenly capture your eyes,
a familiar visual you.
It’s all I have now
a memory of you,
used to leave me predictably
blue,
now a fondness,
now a blue,
I want to see you in my dreams,
walked with you last night.
I can feel you,
in my dreams.
I want though always to feel more.
© Scott F. Savage 1/2022
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