passion

“I started a poem on passionate love,” she said. “But lack/loss of passion wrote itself. Sometimes muses can be quite contrary,” she sighed, shaking her head.

Written by a contrarian muse for Prompt Nights: Passion hosted by Sanaa.

 

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are born with just

a measure of passion,

expend too fast, too quick, too intensely

like a child born with energy as a tightly coiled spring

that bounces it’s self loose and tired with age

our passion withers and seres as we drain the cistern

so as you play at passionless, reject my intimate touch

sleep back to back, divide of sheet between us

while I find passion has reawakened

desire deep from years of denial

I dream of lovers I’ll never have

when it was always only you I wanted

 

oh, do you remember when there

was so much passion

our days and nights

were as one

your slightest touch could bring ecstasy

my acrobatics left you spent and pleasured

so alive in my tiny, narrow bed

slipping over onto floor

pulling blankets, tangled in sheets

passion in our eyes, our hearts

our entwined bodies.

 

oh, there was so much passion

once

do you remember when

 

© adh 2016

 

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19 thoughts on “passion

  1. Khaya Ronkainen says:

    A beautiful and touching take on the theme. Sadly, passion can be absent in relationships at times.

    “I dream of lovers I’ll never have
    when it was always only you I wanted”

    Above lines are very moving!

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    • “Thanks,” she replied. “That is the aching sadness — couples don’t always maintain complementary feelings.” She added, “Harder still when one, as you say, still feels the lost passion acutely.”

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  2. I think your muse guided you well – passion is not always all good – and your poem echoes that – perhaps by its very nature it is fleeting..and yet it is important to know that the other person felt it too

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  3. What underlying sadness there is in this as the passion of former times has now ebbed leaving a yearning that cannot be satisfied. However don’t be satisfied with accepting that measure as I am sure there are drops left somewhere to lick up.

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  4. Sigh… this is such an emotive and heartfelt write.. its amazing how a relationship goes from being passionate to dull and cold. I love how you describe her ache and longing with reference to “slipping over onto floor pulling blankets, tangled in sheets passion in our eyes, our hearts, our entwined bodies.” Beautifully penned.

    Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support :D

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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