A Moment of Unexplained Passion

The theory is that it takes a trigger.
A wiff of perfume. A song.
Maybe a dress you would look good in,
or a bit of art on the wall that sings your name
Something that makes me think of you
so palpably it is as if you are here,
Never mind that you are there,
not so far, but far enough you are out of sight
in a busy day. Never mind the distance,
suddenly you are here, and for a moment
I yearn for you like the young lover I once was,
and I suppose, given the intensity of the unexpected passion,
somehow still am.

About this poem

If you are fortunate, and I am, love never quite loses its passion. It has a way of surprising you, again and again. As it did just now as I sit in my office, and she sits in hers, completely unaware.

The picture was is of a chair made art, taken outside my studio

Tom