The Passion

If I screamed so loud

my throat burned and my

lungs vibrated,

would you scream just as loud?

If i dove in an ocean

with no bottom

and nothing to protect me,

would you dive just as deep?

If I touched your hand

and felt the electricity

that would power a city,

can you feel the same?

I look into your eyes

and I believe you would.

We are naked and alone

in every sense.

I kiss your breasts, your belly,

your sex and your soul.

And I feel us communing, wordlessly.

We plumb the depths together,

committing ourselves and our lives

to the truth.

I move with you, hearts beating as one.

I sweat with you, breaths in sync.

Our embrace tightens, our movements

simultaneous.

We become each other’s flesh,

each other’s blood,

each other’s truth.

Nothing else seems to matter as much.

Nothing seems to make as much sense.

The world has disappeared;

it was never quite real anyway.

All we have is the love we have made,

the bubble we have created,

the passion that can never be pierced.