Passion’s Birth

Brush your lips against mine;

As souls flutter against one another sparks ignite,

And starlight makes moons combust and explode.

Here lies the secret in which

Time loses gravity, making oceans fall through space.

Breath on breath, and skin to skin,

Merely ripples of aether brushing to kiss:

So are you to me, and I to you;

The euphoric taste of love on lips.

Enter here, into me

Save passing time from itself:

For clocks cannot chime in worlds blazing with affect.

 Breach the barricade

As embraces lead to liberty;

An endless expanse of love

Entwined with purity.

Watch these battling stars rise -

Before suns burnish them from sky.

Watch these smouldering embers glow – grow,

And die, in the never ending dusts of time...

by Charmaine de Lange