Passion

jaw clenching is what you want 
to find something that matters 
dictated by your frame of mind 
 
forcing your eyes closed is it 
anything else is to be humored 
acting within agreeable limits 
 
having your hair stand on ends 
from a touch of cold reality 
is the rush that bids you on 
 
spastic convulsions in climax 
transfers cosmic communication 
losing the ego ultimately bends 
 
memory lane tripping of scents 
remembering the heart of names 
may cause one to spit in disgust 
 
so as with bone breaking pain 
and lightning before thunder 
rain to know the electricity 
 
that is her beauty carved out 
from the depths of your heart 
the power of her capris perfume

a power at its time