Passion's quiet dances
burn within my soul
a fire out-of-control,
set by youwith your words and phrases,
with your mental embraces,
with your image
and your eyes . . .
appearing wild with desire
and your voice
in which I find myself drowning
each time it is heard;
my passion dances
deep down inside,
my imagination soars
allowing illusion and fantasy
to collide again and again . . .
simple it would appear,
if not easy,
to give you all of me
as the flame grows hotter
and dances inside stronger;
and, my mind reels
from all that it feels and sees . . .
and dreams
of the day when reality
for us will take hold.
1995
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