Reflection of a Passion

Everyone has a passion in life. Some more noticeable than others, I want to share something that was inspired by a friend of mine. Not only what I saw in them but myself and every other person who has been so passionate about something that they bare their soul

I stand here...
stripped to the core
Narrow walls encroach my soul,
tall, painted a rich
crimson of passion.

I peer down into the
darkness of blank faces.
My thoughts deafened
by the thumping of my heart.
My stomach twisted
into a tight knot of nerves.

I need to consciously pause my thoughts
for a brief moment of sanity and reality.
I then pour my heart out to you,
releasing every emotion and revealing
my most traumatic vulnerabilities.
For you... when I am with you
my love. I am my weakest, yet
it is you who gives me strength.

I have given you
my complete being.
Which is insurmountable to
what you so willingly give me.
That's what makes our union
so complete, that fills me
with zest from within.

Every moment of agony,
despair, ecstasy,
shared with a closeness
and intimacy that connects
us to the deepest intensity
of one another.

For you, my muse,
I surrender my heart
for you to embody my soul
and enrich my spirit.

You fill me with tumulus emotion.
So rough, untouched my inhibition.
every feeling radiating from
a place deep within.
An area that only you
have touched, experienced,
felt in the deepest part of my thoughts.

My love, my one, my only.
I let you posses me
you control me
you let me live.

Bridge xxx