Your Passion

Your passion swings like a pendulum
Chanting fierceness, then throbbing joy
It clings to silence
Then bends in laughter
Such passion is out of place in apathy
On this stoic globe of sameness
Your passion runs in high waves
Of love, like murder
Of fashion, faith
And a newborn child of honesty
Peaks and swells of great emotion
Small joys and smiling, bursting wonderful
Your tide ebbs and flows
And passion
Is the ocean
Your passion speaks sometimes
Through your eyes
And they shine like daggers flying
Esos ojos de loba (Eyes of the wolf – feminine)
They penetrate the distance
Or they hug with warmth.
Joy sails from your eyes
And your passion
Beeping, beeping
The alarm-clock of your heart
Without it you would sleep
It pulses and throbs, your passion
And it makes my life complete