Passion

In frenzied end of day

Where closed out of light

Like all at crouching curtains

We two speeding on with night

In soul searching longing

Sweet scented dreams

Gifts from beyond, so delicate yet fine

So peaceful so polished thy words softly spoken

That I was hitching a ride, in the truth in those eyes

Where we danced in the mind fields

I as loaded gun

You a dancing lamb

Turned sugary mistakes to candy floss tricks

Hot passion crackled in the fire of desire

Staggering in on that shore

Tasted salt on your lips, 

In layered stone there, scattered dress, shoes, and handbag.

In remnants of minds, where once we were naked.

The older I grow so dumber so slow

And in beauty that was in time a disguise.