Passion Peak

For a time we were not two,

And all my words were I love you.

Then all around the walls were whirling,

Space palpated its patterned twirling,

Your face fluoresced,

Enveloped, caressed, and

There was a sense that you and I

Were the Beginning of All each time,

And knowing the harm in Being,

In love we'd keep repeating This,

The burning world born of a kiss.