The Poem With No Title

It’s burning within the self A passion that blinds Driving crazy the mind The line separating Logic and reason from irrationality and fear Blurs mixing thoughts together But only one really stands out Brighter than all the rest The yearning want The craving of the other Souls bound together- Is what is craved Like a drug Over and over- drawn back One to the other Wanting Waiting Yearning For that one feeling That indescribable- Passion; fleetingly Pulsating in dreaming wistfulness Returning Over and over again Never… To be satisfied For long… Always returning… …for more