Passion poem

The heartbeat of human nature,
how she guides my desires leading
me into the fires of passion. The
sweetness inside is hiding
with the fears of the mind. But as
the innocence of adolescence is
unleashed its flames still have the
power to bind flesh and to
unite love’s bonds,
like a female’s body in the
palm of my hand, which beats
in time with mine.

David Holloway (c) 2011
‘The Colours of Schizophrenia’.

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