The Providence of Passion

The night sky sings with earnest desire, as the cascades of starlight blaze;
From a blackened horizon the night air chills, with a whisper of ice on the dew.
While passion arises, awakened, inflamed, walls once resilient plunge way;
A timid heart murmurs, afraid to believe, this ardent integrity true.

A gentle caress and a tilt of the chin, brings a tear that is soon whisked away;
As decades of heartache, mistrust, and betrayal, collapse upon the night wind.
With each fear unconstrained, with each tiny sigh, with each touch that trembles and quakes;
A wounded heart quickens, releases its fear and renews hope in love once again.

Soft whispers of delicate sensual assent, no silhouette left unexplored;
Crescendos of fervor and deepening breaths, encompassing passion entwines.
Erasing the ties that bind and control, allowing the senses to roam;
Beyond all capacity, returning no more, the past left forever behind.

As destiny beckons and tempos expound, fragile reasoning lingers at bay;
Souls unite and embellish in quest, of a melody fitting the dawn.
The harmony of providence, an opus of fate, together to hearts beat as one;
As loving eyes gaze and strong arms embrace, eternity whispers, “come home.”


November 2005

it

Thank you