Once, When I Knew

I didn’t have to fight for love,

to lower myself to my knees

to express regret

to instill a sense of longing to be

believed.

 

Once, I could look in eyes,

that would turn to the oceans great poets

speak of when the depths of one’s

soul

become the anchor of our need.

 

When in a moment, skin to skin,

mind to mind, we might feel each other

soon to the compelling nature of our own

heart

becoming one with hers, his, with ours.

 

I told myself countless times that a pursuant

mandate on my desire would be my silent demise.


© Scott F Savage 5/2020

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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