Passion
Then I met you
and I knew
Passion -
the whispered word
Sitting quietly
Side by side
Amongst the trees
Your arm encircling me
Our lips touching
opening
You are in control
I have never known
This feeling before
I think - maybe - it is
Passion
Passion -
screaming loudly
Standing, early morning
Facing each other
You sit
Relaxed
And as your arms
Go warm around my waist
My heart catches in my throat
and the blood rushes wildly
You have me in a trance
We meet, and hold the pose
For long moments
As the softness of my body
And the strength of yours
Melt together
And for one brief moment
Of passionate intensity
We are united as one
And my soul breathes,
"This, I'm sure, is
Passion."
Passion -
the angered burning
You are not here
But the mere thought
Of you and I pressed close together
Is enough to make my body
Do things none hsould
Ever do
And at the sound of your voice
I am flushed with a fever
And I know - definitely - it is
Passion
I thought I understood passion
Then I met you, and I knew
Heather Dawn Morrison