Moments in time

By Robert Amoroso

As I grow older, I sometime sit and reflect, on those meaningful moments of my youth, and of those passionate and at times lustful encounters, and wonder why they lasted but a moment in time.

Perhaps it was a need that simply needed to be filled, of youthful and ranging hormones, and yet not all of those moments were confined, too indiscretions of youth.

I ask myself, were they simply lustful interludes, or were they meaningful encounters that enriched my life?  A capsulated moment filled with passion love, and understanding, and yet not quit a relationship, and if pricked or torn quickly evaporates, and those intimate words whispered only moments ago, drown in a sea of recrimination.

And yet I wouldn’t give up a moment of those brief encounters, for those meaningful affairs of the heart, with all of it’s ranging passions and lustful interludes as given me insight, into my own soul, and a better understanding of what a true relationship should be, in that it can never be judged within the momentary glow of a candle, or within the sweet taste of wine, and it should never be confused with a whispered word of passion, or the lustful moan of lovemaking.

For those are simply wonderful distractions, snapshots, that in time will quickly fade, like the dawning of a day with its magnificent

sunrise. It’s the residue of those moments, within those brief encounters that shape our understanding of how a true relationship should be, they are the guideposts to a more meaningful encounter, and without them we cannot judge, we cannot discriminate, and by their very nature they simply run their course, in an awkward moment that quickly ends…as if it never was.

Copyright 2010 Robert Amoroso