A babbling brook turned to a raging river
by the flooding of spring.
The roar of an ocean surf
beating against the sand.
These are the changes a passionate
embrace can bring,
comparable to the feelings I get
from the gentle brush of the hand.
As if a volcano emptying it's fiery spray,
body and soul are fulfilled this way.
Against this passion it's a hopeless fight.
As if trying to keep a bird from flight.
I need a river rushing into my sea,
an outlet to set my desires free.
Written by my beautiful Aunt who left this earth much too soon.