Swung by wind were the delicate leaves
Like a ballerina on her toes
Ethereal in her grace and divine in her charm
As were the unfurling wings in my dream
Blazing sun on concrete harsh
Intimidated clouds rushed into hiding
Nothing matched the passion unfolding
It was the revelation of darkest desire
With nothing to quell or even enrage, not water nor fire
What started mellow, stumbled upon a storm
Of passion so blinding, bold, searing and stark
Mist of epic proportions, still desire so dark
Mist of sweet surrender surround all of me
I catch my breath and reach for that once again delicate but still leaf.
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