Posted at 8:21 pm , on May 14, 2020
I remember pouring my heart out in passion,
never ever in my life feeling such freedom
the notion to give,
a lust to take yet, not ignore,
bring pleasure to a quiet sweet journey
to be left sated,
to find center
over and over,
in spiraling form
seemed to go on forever,
wake and find eyes,
Throughout the night I would count
opening my eyes to hers,
and then making sure I could give the same
when she might,
her eyelids would let me in,
every sensual moment lived out in hours
her soul saying hello,
my heart left aglow.
Only one night,
would never return again
though thre could be no denial,
we chose freedom,
we knew love
the sun rose in spectacular fashion
smiles were our allowance.
Posted at 1:56 am , on December 23, 2019
Do you know I fell in love with you?
Now I am afraid to write that truth.
You have my world now, every word
I produce is in your own possession.
I can no longer think without tears.
Days are spent only trying nothing.
I only say my love for you is always.
©️ Scott F Savage 2019
Posted at 12:58 am , on August 24, 2019
They are real, streaming down my cheeks,
I don’t have any music
to buffer this pain,
I don’t have any resolve,
to stop the tears,
my eyes are pouring,
I cannot see,
I can only hold on to some fading
I’m shuddering at the notion,
my hopes, my heart,
beyond the beauty
of knowing love,
I no longer do.
I swore to myself years ago,
I would never fall in love again,
and now, I am only
‘the fool on the hill.’
© Scott F Savage 2019
Posted at 11:09 pm , on July 7, 2019
When once I wrote a poem
it never made it to press
at that time it was a typewriter
and a notion
watching her move through the halls.
I couldn’t write a poem if my life
depended on her,
anything at all,
pissed me off when Jimmy,
could slap a few words around
and every one of
the blue eyed damsels
would stand in formation
to give him
I never wrote a poem
until I realized
it wasn’t the bullshit that was
it was our reality.
Posted at 9:41 am , on December 9, 2018
She once did
On the avenue
lights streaming by
fingertips finding center
while he drove home
his fascination in her …
he only regretted
not tasting her sweet nectar
the lights had changed.
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~