Poetry and Psychology and Relationships23 Feb 2013 01:48 pm

Such are the passions
Some love some hate
Some implore others debate

We get filled and overload
We get filled and then explode
Feel the urgent in others woes
Feel our passions to the bone

Those who want distance from the fray
Deem their equanimity the highest grace
A noble heart and a safe place
The calm enlightenment of the sedate

Love throbs, joy is electric
Laughter bursts and orgasm spastic
I want to feel your skin in the game
Feel your care at sadnesses base

Stillness is the ground before we breathe
Verdant life forever teems
Prolonged stillness is a sign of death
apathy, depression that completely disconnect

I listen for the echo of my desire
Of passion matched with longing inspired
I yearn to feel the hot gusts from your fire
My face wind burned by such passion sired

Nothing lost and nothing gained
Insults precious life’s predicament
A heart invested is all I seek
Devoted to care, compassion and the intimate

Endless process is our curse
A life sentence and wet nurse
Meaning flows from her sweet breast
I’ll give it my all and suckle till my last breath

Jim Guido

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