Passion

Passion burns within my heart 

It releases pain into the dark

and finds no hurt in love 

Let the fragrance of infinite tragedy

become our core —

and from the hate of this world 

we will root 

and grow a love as true as poetry 

We will learn together 

And to our most surprising pleasures — 

we will lust 

we will discover 

we will weep 

But small into the stars 

we will live as though we are flowers 

We will bloom 

And one day 

we will wilt 

But when that day comes 

I will be there — 

still lusting 

still discovering 

still finding hope 

and still loving you like no other 

Because all I need is you — 

And we can be 

together 

© Ron Simpson Jr. 

June 11, 2025