Passions 1 - 4
Passion 1 - Skeletons
I thought we had emptied the closet
Of our skeletons
Yet now we squabble over
The remaining bones of contention
Passion 2 - Degrees
Why was it
The heat of your passion
In temper
Was many degrees higher
Than the heat of your passion
In bed?
Passion 3 - Chill
We kept each other warm
Through those frosty silences
By rubbing each other
Up the wrong way.
Passion 4 - Cold
A kiss on the cheek:
An occasional peek
An empty ‘goodnight’
Then turn off the light
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