Passion is fleeting
it is a fleet burning
sails aflame,
magazines explode
There is passion
in your tight form
in your words
the turn of your face
How can I describe you
jealous thoughts
silence me
lest anyone else see
the perfect curves
the Grecian face
the parted lips
the gentle touch
it does not end
when effort is spent
and bodies lie twined
breathless gasping
still there it is
the flames reflected
in those flashing eyes
never extinguished
And it draws me to you
inexorably again and again
threatening my life
overwhelming caution
but fleeting still
yet something keeps us
sustains us together
comforts our separation
what is it that we share
that survives the flames
the cold nights apart
only love abides
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