Passion

I feel passion, my fated love, for depth the soul, a passion
Drug. But fathom pain, alive the verse, enlove with love,
Despite the curse. My orphic love, a dove’s adrift, afraid to
Wail, afraid to flinch. And ethic law, a gated frame, the tears
Of ought, a smothered flame. But passion heart, a mind to
Muse, a fielded patch, a glass of blues. My sated love, the
Waves depart, alive the verse, and torn apart. Indeed the
Flame, a mystic wheel, a biblic storm, a passion kiln.

I feel passion, my fated love, but depth the soul, a gated drug.
And passion joy, a portrait vase, a sacred love, a portrait face.
Thus aflame, a pavement far, a passion pang, a future scar.
My attic love, we must depart, and tend the souls—of passion
Hearts. But depth the prayer, a spirit love, a fortune tear, a
Mystic drug.