passion

Delicately Romantic

A poem prepared
in champagne and lace,
so delicately romantic.
Passion committed
to words
was something she needed.

Always in love,
he never doubted whether
his early years, full of passion
and immorality were too stiff
to be interesting.

She felt
passion touch her
with silent motion,
drawn together in unaccountable flow
between people.

She was a romantic soul
and passion burned
in her bed.
That was life
madly
in love.

The closest touch
to come alive between
you and me
was a look of tender passion.
Say you'll never let me go.

The raw look on his face,
the passion for her
wistfully
burning
and vulnerable,
made her feel as if
she was the centre
of all creation.

I remember what happened
after I lost 
my love,
my life of dark winter
without passion or depth
fizzled out
drifting me in black mood.

Works written in passion
often try to hide
the full emotion and vulnerability.

My love spoke softly
but
with passion,
and longing.

Passion knotted
together with touch.
So much want.