“Ode to Passion . She floats over, Dark, Mysteries, Dangerous, Exquisite possibility, Absolute Ruin. Giggling, She moves closer, Eyes of Flame, Hands outstretched, Trembling. She beckons. My God! Pull Away! To Deep, To Real, To Much. She sees, She knows. When she touches me, The mask melts away, The Walls fall to dust, Exposed, Terrified, Seen and yet, Still Desired. I take her in my arms, Shuddering, Crying, Giggling, Hers.”
