Behind the door, true love awaits,

But not like any love we know.

It is a feeling stronger than

A star-crossed tango, taken slow.

 

The peak of amorous delights

Lies beating in air mountain-thin.

The wordless, unrepentant act

Sinks deep beneath our shedding skin.

 

This is a force beyond control

Of any stable, settled mind.

Obsession is a gentle term

For what those smitten will soon find.

 

A painful urge which certitude

Can never hope to understand.

Consume desire as a sport

And drink its power from your hand.