A Story of Passion

A poem based on a real conversation I had with a roommate in the past

Talent without passion is

a star with no heat

Bright, but no life.

…

She confessed she had never tasted the sensation

of magnetic flames rushing through veins

Never felt lost spinning motions while standing still

She never remembered any moment where sense was lost

and space stood still in its dance with time

She had never felt

passion

Had seen it, like oil painted across canvas faces

a stony glass empty expression she walked through this world like

museum

She had seen it water-flow through dancing bodies

colliding with the beat They alive

She sought the source of the flame and took their hands,

took them into her kitchen, poured out her secrets

lay bare and empty like cracked egg shells

She invited them into her bed, imagining it was like sun