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Theme: Love |
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Two of Five
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by Jeffrey Olszewski |
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Two of five
Only two of five
Can these alone know love
These senses gifted by God or Darwin
So I ask :
If the sound of her voice
Like a tuning fork resting against my heart
Never fails to warm me
And if the mere sight of her
Quickens my pulse
When ever in her vicinity
Is that enough to know?
Must I have lingered over the scent of her shoulder
So unbelievably beautiful in black sleeveless top and pearls
To know that the memory of this
Whenever recalled
Will thankfully be with me until my last breath
Must I have kissed her
To understand what a tender piece of heaven it would be
So ethereal
Each time her lips meet mine
Must we have been eye to eye
All five senses ablaze
To know that when so close
Time stands still
And the moment rules
If my hand has never slid with care
To that singular spot on her back
Can I ever know the wild anticipation
Of what burns below and above
And so I ask again :
For over the years
As I have silently witnessed her passion for life
And a kindness for those less fortunate
The subtle strength in her movements
And in her eyes
And beauty
On a scale never before seen
Maybe it is possible after all
With only sight and sound as my allies
To know love
If it is her that I see
And her voice that I hear
Two of five is just fine. |
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22-Jan-2006 |
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Comments on this Poem
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Why can't I meet a woman like this man is describing?
Good poem, full of passion, nice flow.
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Every man should feel this strongly at least once in his life
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He sure must love her, whoever they are.
Hope she knows it.
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