PASSIONATE MAN

(*FRESH POEM!*)

Written to you, J*, also on the date of 13 of April, 2012.

 

I’m a passionate man again

I have you to thank you

People say passion is rare

so treasure it in your gentle heart

like a long lost diamond

of immense, never seen purity

 

I’d give you the world

but Heaven I don’t have

to give to you

Only the ladder going there

I can weave from my verses

 

Imagination I’ve been given

and wit and taste

I want to hand them over to you

to make you feel as incredible as it is

in my might to make you feel

Just in order to steal

from you your magic smile

 

You are my fuel, the kerosene of my dreams

I want to fly by you and next to you

Even if it gets my plane stuck eternally in the clouds

I would know forever that I flew like an eagle

free from all the prisons we all some days live in

never being aware of the work of the Liberator

Who has set us free without our selfish permission

Who has never allowed us even a remote possibility:

-of saying what we say without any remorse whatsoever

-of wrong doing and wanting to double-cross our wounded hearts

-of thinking we’re pathetic in some exquisite fashion

 

Why am I complicating my life without really knowing love?

Doesn’t it make you think…?

You are over-intriguing me, never to know who wins

or presses the keys on that computer we call love

 

Really who are you

never giving in

never giving up

never giving me the opportunity of letting myself go

into the shade I was once living in?

 

I’m crying the happy tears, never I’ve done that before

like the hurt shark I am aching

always having you near me to erase my blank face

exchanging it in a pawn-shop

for a brand new love poem