Often as the wind might change direction
so does my heart begin its own journey
to find my soul, to search for absolution
from the scariest parts of my, my disarray.
Oh to know the beast of my own conclusive
nature toward wanting only a defeated psyche.
One could easily describe such is my missive
designed to incorporate my own quiet psyche.
It is that machine he spoke of once in a movie
we all move the same because it is what we are
told ought be our direction without any scrutiny
on motive alone, designed to have gone too far.
I watched you dance one evening without any step
just a casual saunter around your own countertop.
Remember later when we remarked upon feeling kept
alive, sweet serenade the shuffle of fantasy in a mop.
Yes, we are as common as the world might ever allow,
no special guidelines, only kindness in a compassionate
surround of affectionate desire and sensuality and how.
We did begin a wonderful journey together a silent state.
So now in the public eye seems some loss of what might enhance
the beauty of two lovers who once in awhile chose to take a chance.
© Thom Amundsen 8/2021