A Walk Inside Conversation

I found my quiet on a rainy night,

windows crying a typical why,

my mind reeling with a wondering eye

what might her words tonight underly.


I cannot predict a tear

doesn’t matter really where,

a moment in time suspend

my eyes become water no end.


I wish I might understand mystery

what gives claim to such trickery,

the mental health of passion speak

only when our lives in love do peak


Today I wandered inside sweet memory

finding solace in my own vulnerability.

© Scott F Savage 2019


Published by a quiet man

I am a writer. I've always wanted to write intriguing words. Don't we all. Aren't we all wanting to be experts in the language of love, sensuality, desire, provocative notions? Well, I'm giving it a try. Join me if you'd like, and please share any feedback you think would help my adventure :)

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