Behind the door
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.