With Demanding Passion

I want demanding passion
Nights of screaming whispers
The press of urgent lips
Exploring ideas not yet born
Jumping from science to art
In an ecstasy of love
Debating fine points of Descartes
In a blanket under the stars
To feel the soft nape of the neck
Beneath my too-grizzled chin
I want to fall without thought
Into a waves of contemplation
Build dreams into towers
With a bright star at my side
Then settle to dreaming
Holding dark shadows
With demanding passions


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