Passion

you                 don't            know  my                    love! it              doesn't    whisper, or speaks quietly    in        traffic         where it               might            not              be              heard. my               love                                   SCREAMS                                                         LOUDLY even in the hush of the evening! you             say                    you                 know me,          but                   you,                                                         you don't know me. PASSION! it's in my work                                   it's in my love                                                                    sometimes they are the same. PASSION!                             for the woman I love                                                                           it's in my kiss                                                                                                           let me  introduce you to bliss. PASSION!                                if I am your friend                                                                     you know it...YOU KNOW IT! you will see it in my eyes                                                     a highway deep                                                                                     an EXplosiON inTENse! PASSION! if I love you, you know it, I'll be your full moon every night! you think you know me then call me by my name... PASSION!                                when I write , it requires surgery I have to split open the rib cage.                                                                   Break every bone. It is the only way to get to the heart,                                                  then you have to remove it expose it,                             it s~q~u~i~r~m~s as it is pumping. It leaves a mess                                        blood is spilled everywhere. The bones heal                            but                                        you hear the sound of metal                                                                                       on metal  the gate shuts behind you.                                                                                          There is a horrendous sound                                      it echoes in your skull, in your mind.                                     There are sleepless nights. There is a cost                           a heavy cost.  PASSION!                           If you want to speak to me, after your punctuation is in place, once your meter is formed perfectly, I mean I don't mind. BUT! I want to see your heart, your love, I want to see  PASSION! You say you know me, then address me by my name...                                     11~25~2014 Maurice Yvonne