Passion

I picked my soul that had sagged to the floor,
Cold and tired she lay at my feet, sunken.
Like an oversized underwear
She had fallen from underneath my body,
So I picked her up and clipped her to the hem of my heart,
Willing for her to stay a bit longer
“You must stay”
I said. disgruntle, dissatisfied.
I could feel her rattle underneath, mortified
That I have left her alone and cold
Without a fire to ignite, without a flame to mold
I sigh and press my warm palm over my chest
“Patience”.

The time came and I stepped my foot in water, right foot first so if I fall, I would have something left.
But then I slipped, and it was because his words were slimy and they pulled me
So I fell flat, face down heart twirling in ecstasy
That his eyes were dimly lit but easy to see
The prettiest I have ever seen.
His face long and tanned, my soul gripped my chest,
Warning me; “do not let him go!”
As my head spun I lay there, cold but burning within
My body desiring to be one with him, skin to skin
Losing myself in what my soul had whispered to me would be… passion!

Raven, the name he called out, with a smirk holding his lips slightly apart
But I heard Pathos
For to me he was a Greek god.
So it wasn’t odd
That I pressed my lips against his
In a passionate kiss.
So, this is passion,
Holding hands but feeling my heart dissolve
That his palms wrapped around my neck would squeeze out my firm resolve
And if I close my eyes I would feel the strong
Intense desire to be close to him,
To be one with him.
And when my soul did not stir
And her walls felt warm again,
I knew I may have met her need.
For all along she craved a passionate love
One that would make her feel like the stars above.