Played Out Passion
Passion
Love’s tedious front,
a minefield, a pitted winding path
of barbed stones and ragged peaks,
under glorious skies and diaphanous clouds
that cover its favour and with enticement seek
harmonious song amid peril, wreaking havoc.
How treasured its sensory indulgence,
its languid, numb passionate being,
always reaching for higher states of bliss,
self immersed in hot and open kiss,
to relish flesh in ecstasy’s will,
and meld into romance fulfilled.
How lost we are in love’s embrace,
blood the waste of life now bled,
weakened by its afferent ecliptic bed,
senseless adoration guile,
without practicality the aftermath,
more than we can chew.
Yet who can resist this lost soul bliss,
world removed and woes remiss,
to glide in life like no more bounds,
and live without sustenance as passion resounds,
and all else falls to dust.
But when that veil of love’s begin,
evolves to contention and abject sin,
the sight is shock and the feelings dim,
as reality burst its womb and then,
the shadows cast are long,
when love and passion played out, no longer belongs.
Tony DeLorger © 2016
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Oh my gosh – how passionate! You never cease to amaze me with your writing, Tony. Marvelous!
Much appreciated Phyllis, so glad you enjoyed it. Take care.
You spelled out in beautiful detail the path of love through the smooth and the difficult, whether socially acceptable or frowned upon. It is a sad and sobering thought that their be a time when love and passion no longer belong.
Glad you appreciated the thoughts Chris, indeed it would be sad if it didn’t belong and sadder still if passion alone replaced love. Cheers!
Well of course I could not help but relate the poetry to the photo which many times such as this can pull and push the meanings but then poetry speaks so individually to us all. Well done to put a wonder in our hearts and minds.
All is never as it seems in life, our perceptions an evolving truth. What’s important is poetry makes one consider and relate to points of view. Cheers!