Passion Moves
Passion moves
as a window shade
blown by a sudden breeze;
as a bare leg against smooth sheets;
as a gentle sigh in dreaming.
Passion moves
in a sheening moonlit arc;
in the softest sunrise
tiptoeing across the mountaintop.
Passion moves
like the motion of the grasses
when the wind lays them down
across the meadows;
like a whisper breath of spring
unwrapping buds in quiet splendor.
Passion moves
me
for you
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