Sweet Danger

I remember the eve of ripening masculinity The frenzied feelings so easy to ignite The naive assumption of life to infinity The wondrous things yet to incite I remember a time when what mattered was little At least to my limited knowledge of being When innocence and passion allowed such acquittal For a time, though soon I would see it fleeing I remember this fondly and clearly, it seems As I sometimes still feel the sweet danger So grateful, this gift, presented to me Those glorious days of a stranger