Passion Peak

For a time we were not two,

And all the words were I love you.

Then all around the walls were whirling,

Space palpated its patterned twirling,

Your face fluoresced,

Enveloped, caressed, and

There was a sense that you and I

Were the Beginning of All each time,

And knowing the harm in Being,

In love we’d keep repeating This,

The burning world born of a kiss.

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