Passion squeezes my logic dry,
copious, alive – sense unclear.
Explosion of feelings gone awry
that I try to fight, and fear.

But how can I deny
the force you so eagerly supply?
Your gloves that fit so firmly well
upon my hands that sweetly swell?

But physically do we dare
to tread where others venture?
Move beyond the current affair
to a more complex, delicate indenture?

And if not, will I be blind,
since you are the wine of my soul
and the nourishment of my mind,
but without the body, am I not full?

But beyond fulfillment of this corporal act
where does it leave us upon the earth?
Our souls entwined and minds react
to only be without our due mirth.

But possibly in heaven’s eye
we’ll fly throughout the cerulean sky
and grasp our hands for none to pry,
for twin flames forever, by and by.

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