The Sense of impending..................?

SLOW MOTION: A DAY FURTHER ON.

Looking through the smoky haze,

The loss of love can acutely stab

The tender heart leaving grief,

But unrestricted knowledge of that love.

You could pose the question of how the alpha male

Achieved his pride by his incessant chest thumping.

But it will not diminish the sense of discrepancy layered

In your soul, the loss of that warm fingered soft touch

Of love, by love.

Not waking in reef knotted legs and arms that hold

Safe love by love.

Not receiving the heroes welcome when stumbling

Drunkenly into loves hands that though scolding

Still love without recourse.

Being without love is like slow motion replay

In rooms of mindless babble uncomprehending and empty.

Yet quiet contentment sits in the heart

Knowing that love exists, knowing what it feels like.

Hoping for loves call one day,

Knowing refusal is impossible.