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
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