Passion Play
The Ration of Passion
is killing me.
Too much at a time, but,
too little overall.
The Fire of Desire
drives me towards him,
even though,
the Passion Play is just that.
But, I must trust, that
the desire for fire
won't turn my heart to ashes,
but, instead, into a flame
that flickers long after
the passion has gone.
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