Well, Can You?


Can you reach back into my fondest memories and hold my hand, 

give me that nostalgic flight 

of euphoric pleasure before landing?

Can you recall the deep passion in a single stare,

the animalistic heat, 

without a speech being there?

Can you bring back those stages of ages, 

when we were all we’d ever need, 

like the world was only ours, 

loving in it without speed?

Can you show me too the path of laughs, that teared eyes, 

made it hard too breathe, the being on one accord, 

the intimate kiss on my forehead, that rendered my knees weak?

Can you lead me back through the field of chills, that epic route toward the left.

Show me how your voice vibrated through my being, making my heart melt.

Can you remember the count, of beauty spots, 

discovered by kisses and a playful pounce. 

Can you help me find, the sweetness lost over time.

And if its not at all possible too revisit, this exquisite trail, 

Can you at least introduce yourself, because I think I’m speaking– 

of someone else. 

Poetry By Tamara Dorsey-Moore 

Thinker on the Loose 

Copyright (c) 2017 Reserved purposes intended for Sharpest Perception a road less Traveled. 


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