Untitled: Sense of Passion

This is a poem that describes the way I feel when I'm making love to my love.

                Untitled: Sense of Passion


Something like the blackest midnight
    Flesh, air light; As I’m breathless
    My soul begins to take flight
    I feel, I smell, I taste, & I breath
  Under the stars, so deep beneath
Sinking slowly, gently holding
All composure, this endless moment
Like the moth seductively drawn inside the flame
          I take one breath, here comes the rain.