Passion’s Dance

Written for Poetic Asides 2019 April PAD Challenge – Day 16
Two-for-Tuesday
Write a catch poem. Catch a cold, a ball, a fish, or someone’s eye.
Write a release poem. Release your anger, a ball, a fish, or someone’s head (from a head lock while wrestling, of course).

Caught your magnetism, as if a cold,
heart butterflies dance, cheeks pop spots of rose.
I am stung by piercing rays of bold
gold-green eyes. You are the ballad I’ve composed.

I live my days in a feverish state,
impatient to hear your soulful voice.
Supple clay am I, in sculptor’s hands I wait.
Your touch electrifies my skin, so moist.

Passion is what I need to feel alive,
a state they claim you cannot maintain
forever. At its end, oh, the crash dive.
Do I aim for the moon which also wanes?

Catch that passion, try to bottle it
for when released, the loss is a bitch.

2019 April PAD Challenge: Day 16

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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