Passions’ Peak

For a time we were not two,

And all my words were loving you.

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.