Sleeping Passion

Sleeping Passion

Awaken this sleeping passion in my soul.

As softly as the cool midnight rain

The power to play my heartstrings

Lays bound in your hands.

Sweet internal rhythm pulsing,

Waxing, waning, swelling, churning

Burst forth with the pale orange glow

In the ocean of an apocalyptic dawn.

Can you feel it?

I’m alive again.

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