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

ptbandy@hotmail.com