Recompense

Could I love just anyone?
I think not.
It took a poet
to wind his way into my heart.

We seethe with passions,
sometimes hot,
sometimes furious, irrate,
a fiery excitement of many parts.

Itís fire could consume us
if we let it,
tempers making us petulant,
lust making us voracious, greedy.

We ride volatile ups and downs,
extremes of ardor.
But this passionate fervor runs deep.
I fear the abyss, while I relish the heights.

I dread the rents displays of temper create,
panic those rents canít be mended.
But if the love we profess

love will most surely surmount it.

Love, Jody