It's hard to capture passion, an elusive force beyond our grasp. <br /> Which defies laws, time, for fashion. <br /> A smoky is behind the door, a twitching body against the floor. <br /> These are passion, these and dreams of virgin whores. <br /> Bottled inside a twisted mind, in flooding horror undefined. <br /> Unlike passion. <br /> Unbottled, unbridled, no fixed sight to point my gaze, surrounded in a sweaty, <br /> sticky, haze, of passion. <br /> Floats, a far, then draws nigh, and buries it's self within your eye. <br /> Set me a fire in smoldering sin, and leaves your heart as cheap as tin. <br /> It's hard to capture passion.<br /><br />Glen Cherrington<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/non-conformity/
