a moment real

deep did the yearning for a gentle touch burn

deep did the heart desire and yearn.

slow did the passion begin to churn

painfully wanting of a lover, the turn.

expressively imaginative the mind becomes

the reality of logic it suppresses and numbs

belligerent and demanding the lustful ache drums

impatience and wantonness in the mind hums.

and then the eyes upon a lover fall

in their demeanour and face an inviting call

an embrace encompassing to bring down the wall

that yearning, burning, desirous churning all of a sudden so small. 

so lost in a moment so lost in the touch

so lost in all imagined, having become too much,

closer, nearer, the intimacy of the real to clutch

the embodiment of all desired in that moment, be such.

when imagination and reality know to marry and become one

surreal and fantastical be the sum

 with expectations unreal be done

and rather, to the reality surrender and, happily run.

RB.