PASSION
Long dormant in still slumber passion waits
Violence in repose
In times past when the days grew short and the air cool
Passion stalked the night like a water tiger
Fluid and furious
Curvaceous and cruel
Walking on paths unseen
In the jungle of my heart
Mysterious
She drinks pure and deep from the wellspring of my soul
Driven and primeval in her quest
Malevolent mandibles all consuming
Sleep
Sleep still
Sleep on
Sleep until it pleases
Then awake in glory to hunt once more.
Patrick T. Bandy