I have a desire to write
To write of the sunlit passions that consume me
Such light that falls on the bookshelves of poetry
Such a light which also casts a flowers shadow
Onto the magnolia wall
Light that reaches me, slumped in my armchair
Light that I know to be ever stronger
Creeps up behind me
Passion that caught me through yesterdays music
Passion that makes the heart beat
And then the brow sweat
Passion which says: what cannot be cannot be
Passion that consumes more than the sunlight
That you once deigned to fall upon me
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