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FIRE OF PASSION
FIRE OF PASSION
She came into a new virginity as I made love to her;
Touching her supple mounds, I became aware of a new
Intimacy as if I were making love to her for the first time.
Like a sacerdotal ritual, her body laid on a tabernacle for
Me and I became as an intercessor between an eros of a
Heaven and an earth trying to cognize my mortal role.
Of all the createdness, of all the recognition of myriad delights.
I could not believe that this was such a juxtaposition of a
Conjoining of heaven and earth whereby love was born anew.
Each cupping of a sumptuous curve is a union with another
Part of an artifice of completion; her acquiescence is more
Than an invitation but a mandate for love to come full circle.
Her flaxen hair cascaded like a waterfall over her breast as it pressed
Against mine and I became lost in the silkiness of her skin and
The hypnologic trance of her eyes as it melted into mine.
She was within herself with great expectation and I was numb
To believe that I could deliver all the resources at my command;
I felt summoned to new depths of unrecognizable domains.
Love, yes love delivered in such an incomprehensible manner was
Mine alone; yet, to know and fully understand that her allowance
Of that love was an equation that could only be balance by consummation.
And, when such feeling arises of petals being touch by petals; each
Allowing the other to open, like eyelids revealing what lies beneath
In the awesome gaze of a fire of passion that burns but is not consumed
