There is a man inside here somewhere
one that touched her heart
caressed her shivering psyche
when a need arose, a passion.
Now, buried deep
lost some grasp of a mystique
the kind we might
relish in the moment.
Hers is a kind heart,
a gentle soul
sweet in a silent elixir
would that life be short.
Hold onto that sensuality
one drove a man’s mind,
to want to cherish to love,
hold on to that moment forever.
© Scott F Savage 10/2021
If in a moment
could he feel her skin,
the sweet sense of passion
with every touch
her gasp
his fortune
a beauty not so attainable
one that must be cherished.
This touch
would in his heart
take away,
long ago a sense of defeat
for now there is love
this is eyes upon eyes,
lips caress each other’s being
seeking a center
one such mystique
to drive one another
to wish,
dream, imagine, desire.
… and the beat goes on.
© Scott F Savage 10/2021
We made love – in the stolen hours of the night,
managed only to keep our minds asleep
bodies alive
was it possible at all to ever know we could
find a way to resist this our passion,
the desire that is mad unbridled love,
I searched your passion while being found by you.
I wanted you, I wanted every aspect of you
to give my own abandon the drive to find
what would certainly be your center,
fingertips sliding with urgency down each other’s
backs, legs, any taste of one another we
could in the moment grasp upon,
with only one thought in our mind:
“Please let me discover your truth.”
© Scott F Savage 7/2021
I take my dog on a predictable walk,
didn’t imagine this would be my life,
he was gift and the walk
rather predictable
helps define a certain decision.
Can I grow through life ignoring
his needs,
looking at him now
his nose pressed to the window,
telling me it’s time,
his needs are greater than my own.
I suppose that might fascinate me,
to know there are rules
within our emotional paths,
we choose,
and yet we find routine speak true
in our hearts,
when our loves
our nostalgia,
some favorite melody
we were listening to when
we could see the distant stars
along this unusual travel.
I took a walk with my dog the other day,
I started wearing my headphones,
while he could still
with doleful eyes, lead the way.
© Scott F Savage 5/2020
Well it was,
her,
we were inside the realm
fleeting,
her own passion absolved
perhaps
his own absence
could only drive desire
until
this is a despondent plea
to know
what is love
what is motive
why do we question anything
based upon
the reality
of our own
moral fiber.
Shock value,
circa twenty years
earlier,
listening to Laurie Anderson,
she taught me
how
how I might,
we may choose words
to confuse,
yet,
that precision,
two decades ago,
brought
two people
together
for reasons
of engagement,
elusive,
lacking,
subjective,
judgment,
disappearance,
when suddenly found,
let’s realize each other.
So I suppose
that is questionable,
a question,
anxiety,
a wonder,
do I want wander
to be,
the one going forward,
yes,
yes I do,
Yes I so badly want to,
that I need to tell you,
but I’m afraid,
my love,
will cause an end
end
cease
this world we are willing
to create
together.
Yet, you told me,
said to me,
years after I looked at
you
inflection,
expression,
(eyes)
thought
anything we knew
I had destroyed,
unfortunate
as the waning days began,
a frightening drive,
where I despaired believing
she,
driving,
wanted to go away,
as soon
as I did
go
go away!
Then the music,
back when an answering machine,
worked
independently,
enough to create
misconstrued
mistaken,
missed opportunities
to know,
to feel
to want
to cry
over and over
years later when knowledge
became
a cornerstone
of saying to one another …
each other
both of us,
her
me,
together.
We won’t we will not
we will not end that way again,
we won’t,
we did.
Maybe not
Scott and Zelda,
beautiful words
together.
© Scott F Savage 4/2020
I wonder why I so easily found love,
a certain flattery perhaps,
a quiet afternoon, with a sense of passion
moving through the minds of travelers,
a cup of coffee,
a familiar posture,
and suddenly there began a return
in immediacy,
no need to wonder,
we knew decades before.
Yet when love
does become a primary mystique
in our lives,
the confusion we feel
is like the storm passing over
drops no rain,
only a hint of our
dependence on living inside
the climate of weather.
We could repeat,
take a risk,
and we did for a time,
while the world did continue
to exist
in whatever pattern of purpose
we might imagine.
I remember seeing the balance of weights,
offered our lives a reality of finding peace.
© Scott F Savage 4/2020
I suppose I would imagine walking inside
a coastal village with a soothing blend of island groove
my only wish to be Sade standing at the center
of everyone’s world in the moment, cool, winsome,
the arrangement of this name.
The human condition needs to dance
with sweet freedom, hips swivel, eyes dare,
and the mind lets go so the heart might
then design Nature’s way of melodic song
while the body allows desire to speak passion.
Oh while the world around me lives an agenda
mine is lost in white sands and a distant lover
miles away yet still close to my heart our eyes
do yearn to pull our lives next to one another,
skin on skin, sensual bodies intermingle
such is the levity of a romantic interlude at sea.
Feel the breeze please, know the moment
does exist when even if she didn’t imagine it
possible my every move was in order that she may see me
she may see me
she may see me,
and no one else near this passionate man,
could possibly hold the embrace
of her, her muse, my … this elegance
that allows my dreams to maintain
this is my forever yearn.
© Scott F Savage 2/2020
Because long before we parted ways,
we would ourselves speculate
wonder about the now,
could it continue to hold the same candle,
the fire in our eyes,
when in the midst of a cool summer night,
only her glance, my cast eyes, our hearts
would play with the notes upon our dreams.
Now here I am,
this life I did choose so many decades ago,
suddenly the valued is torn asunder,
and doors are opened,
that may not be allowed to stay
remain accessible
to the one I love,
to the you,
to the moment when I am alone,
and I can safely
now
imagine you in your quiet beauty
such wonder
such delightful mystique,
would that I might know
the key to safe arrival
for it is you I respect
with all my heart and soul,
my love, my yearn,
my less foolish arrival
inside the sweet mystery is
her love.
© Scott F Savage 2020
Once in a blue moon
he would imagine
unscathed
a wish
too often sweet departure,
and this
once in a lifetime,
we are chosen to decide
is it passion,
is it desire,
is it lacking
every aspect of what we might believe
is true
is part of who we might be,
when suddenly we do realize
happiness is afraudulent
circumstance.
Rest your laurels on what is real,
she did far more for my heart
than she might have ever imagined,
now today, there is a freedom,
to know
beyond my world
it is she
elusive and lovely
real.
© Scott F Savage 2020
awake imagining you
touch yourself
While my fingertips
play this keyboard
desire asks
round circles
wet sweeps of a nipple
an ache he might
only fantasize
yet wish the bottom fabric
she does slide
feels certainty
the need to be inside
her center
in his hands
yet gasps this moment
her own
practice in personal
sensuality
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