I Am Present to Passion

Passion makes the heart sprout wings which flutter,
makes the heart’s walls disintegrate with the rush of rapids which race and splutter.
Passion gives the soul a floating sensation
into an endless sky a flight of internal exhilaration.
Passion can be felt as though a sun shines within;
a comforting heat of blood rushing to the skin.
Passion is letting the heart run freely through the sky.
Passion is fingertips pressed into warm skin as a reply.
And passion feels as though letting go while clutching tight;
giving the heart a forceful pull with all its might.
And passion is the shake of adrenaline of the most jarring kind;
a snake of obsession slithering through veins and on all the trails of the mind.