When lives are suggestive
rather immediate,
having lost sight
our humanity
hides within the depths
of our insecurity.
This is not wrong,
it’s a reality,
something that occurs,
takes love to another level,
one of fear,
trepidation,
the inability
inside expression,
inside wonderment
within an ecstatic dance.
Once, when love knocked on my door,
I glanced, and found indecision absent.
© Scott F Savage 2019
