Passion Moves by Rosemary J. Gwaltney
Passion moves
As a window shade
Blown by a sudden breeze;
As a bare leg against smooth sheets;
As a gentle sigh in dreaming.
Passion moves
In a sheening moonlit arc;
In the softest sunrise
Tiptoeing across the mountaintop.
Passion moves
Like the motion of the grasses
When the wind lays them down
Across the meadows;
Like a whisper breath of spring
Unwrapping buds in quiet splendor.
Passion moves
Me
For you
As a window shade
Blown by a sudden breeze;
As a bare leg against smooth sheets;
As a gentle sigh in dreaming.
Passion moves
In a sheening moonlit arc;
In the softest sunrise
Tiptoeing across the mountaintop.
Passion moves
Like the motion of the grasses
When the wind lays them down
Across the meadows;
Like a whisper breath of spring
Unwrapping buds in quiet splendor.
Passion moves
Me
For you
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As years go by, passion may grow in much deeper emotional ways than when we are young. Especially if we love the same person as thirty years before.
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Thank you for a sensitive treatment of mature love. - T. |
