I wonder about intensity,
the feeling of the rush,
the human condition,
with allowance to explode in a fury,
to let our lives become lost in the whirl
the pleasure in an illicit thought,
a way of life that provides purpose.
I wonder if it is that easy,
to describe the tension that when known,
becomes our satellite of monitor.
Take us to a place where we can resign
ourselves to the reality of that human condition,
the piece of desire,
the peace of mind,
the precious moments we are inclined
to know love beyond
the societal incline.
I do find it is plausible
to hope and offer and dream and announce,
that when it is,
I am lost in a swirling and fiery grasp
she is my muse,
the permeate nature of truth,
I do recall only beauty and grace,
when it is lovely and free,
while dancing with love,
in her eyes.