Passion play

Let's not taste the dangerous
blood-dark cocktail
of anger and love.

Let's plunge burgundy depths -
suck the sweetness
from every encounter.

I want to flow down the sides -
follow the curves,
dive with you -
shiraz sky breathless.

Let our senses lap at the shore
between sleep and wake,
and deep in the wash, we'll flow.

No jarred complaining
or truculent truculence.

We'll swim in confluence...
entwined in a floating dance -
embraced in warm ruby waters.

I want to be subsumed in heat -
warm blood of passion, of love,
in a desire that cannot be tamed.

We'll board the boat of dreams.
I'll cup your chin to taste salt kisses,
share gifts of flesh.

Leave the red orange fireworks
that burst from flare-ups.
Anger burns out:
ashes to ashes - just dust.

Bury myself then,
in your scarlet kiss -
we'll come up gasping,
yet replete.

I want the carmine river:
ardour's intensity -
which flows from our words...

Lit by our eyes,
ignited by our souls,
powered by our hearts...

This heat will incubate our beginning,
warm the centre of our years,
and fire our sunset.

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