Passion - Jounetsu
long for him most
during these long moonless nights.
I lie awake, not,
the growing fires of passion
bursting, blazing in my heart.
Everything makes love with silence
They promised me a silence like fire a house of silence
Suddenly the temple is a circus the light a drum
Full hips and a purse heavy
with a key for every secret I carry
my days crush into hours . . .