By Marian Glaser ©
Passion
can make me change shape.
A small seed unfurls shoots,
grows roots,
leaves, flowers and branches,
drawing on the tenderness and love
meeting me.
The heat of loving sex
rises,
letting me enter a different state,
yearned for more deeply than
earth’s first fruits with their intense taste.
Sex has power
to wipe out everything but itself,
to let two merge
until each atom is joined.
This is unlike sex that only satisfies a physical need.
It’s like mashed potatoes
originating in boxed flakes.
Neither person wants to stay.
I prefer to hold the other,
to glory in their personhood,
to share food, growth, life.