Passion's Fire

Blood boils, and passions rise

Sparks fly from angry eyes

Striking out with intent

Not trying to circumvent

Holding no punches back

Mad, hurting, you attack

Hurling words like daggers

The injured heart staggers

Pierced to its very core

Able to take no more

Its pain is evident

Suddenly, ire is spent

One heart filled with regret

The other hurting....yet

The passion still is there

It sizzles in the air

The anger turns to heat

And then two bodies meet

As desire climbs the heights

Their world is set to rights

But passion's only banked

Just waiting for more angst

Or perhaps more desire

Then it will turn to fire

Terri Lyn Stanfield

Reulyn@aol.com

2/14/2002