(no subject)
There is masochism in old love songs
And in snapshots from an epoch long past
What a conflagration! Burning amour and a singed verve
Romance weighted down by affliction
A spent body in a cavernous shell
Suddenly, you find yourself without a direction
You pause, turn and run, escaping into baroque avenues
Wandering within the mind--darting in circles--hoping to find some remedy
For this unknown emotion, a personal terra incognita
And at that moment, when you discover the source of your discomforts
The basis of your momentary discomposure
In that very moment, you experience a sensation beyond comprehension
It is the vanguard of emotion, the finial of fervency
Ardor, passion-a resolute, absolute release