Thursday, September 21, 2006

Passion

Girl to woman,
“Define passion.”

Eyes shut
she thinks,
Pluck pinpoints of light
from coal dust skies.
Sear the skin
with sparklers.
They fly,
penetrate Heaven.

She kept it
to herself.
Passion is lived,
not defined.

1 comment:

Merc said...

Yes. Thanks for that, mate.