Breath and beat
Beads of sweat
Your nearness
Erupts
My passion is pain
Permeates, parents
Even the weak
With my head against your
Chest I hear the world
Scorched and throttled
Fanatical speed
The only sound
Wraps around
The shiver of the quiver
When all else failsI still breathe.
Your Plath persona
My vixen ways
Become cool, chaotic
Carnal, combined
Poetical prison
The merging of two
The hunger, the mercy
The lion, the ram
The ultimate sigh
And the glance away
In the opposite direction.