A Wish For Passion

 

If once might be

Yesterday,

Would we, might you,

Could this be

A sweet reminder

Once removed

When love did center

Our minds

Beyond the silent rhetoric

Of righteous indignation.

 

Oh to have the passion

Of her spirit,

My hands filled with the desire

Inside the touch

When fires could ignite

A natural consequence

Her mystique

My eyes, your eyes

Hers,

Only you.

 

I have this wish for now,

To hold you in my arms

To feel winter’s edge

Surround our heart,

So we might

We might

We would, could

Survive the arctic chill,

To warm our heart,

Inside the spirit-driven

Love in our soul.

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~ finding my way, a personal journey –

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