Passion Fire

For so long, my soul has existed as smoldering embers. It is the remnant of the fire that created me. At various moments in my short existence it has been stirred to flame, only to be covered by the ashes of what it consumed. It was never hot enough to eradicate the things it destroyed, so it was buried. 1

Still it never died. It burns yet, a dull, deep red beneath a blanket of grey. Silent, virtually heatless, and undetectable to the untrained eye, it endures. 2

A wind is blowing. It stirs the ash and soot, exposing the embers. The effect of it is like the sensation of ice on hot skin. I welcome it. 3

I am desperate now. I know the flame that is me must burn…or die. I cry. I beg. I groan with the weight that is unkindled passion. 4

“Come wind! Make me glow. Let the coals of creation fire be reminded of what it is to burn!” 5

It is a process, this beginning again. The fire must be coaxed, nurtured into full blaze. I cannot deny that there is pain. Frustration and uncertainty accompany the burning. But it is a delicious pain, superficial and transient. As pieces of my life not belonging to me are consumed, I revel in the knowledge that every moment brings me closer to my objective; to You. 6

How do you make love to a raging inferno? How do you share passion with a sun? You cannot, unless you are willing to be consumed. Let it begin.7

Love is absolute, all consuming, and all encompassing. It is wilder than a violent cyclone, gentler than an evening breeze. Love is louder than a volcanic eruption, and as silent as the depths of space. 8

Without Love, there is no cry of ecstasy and still it claims the bitterest of tears. Love is the essence of extreme. It is embodied by temperance. Love is the mystery that begs to be unraveled, the secret that yearns to be told. 9

This is our essence: mine in Yours. You are a super nova of passion, and when you found me I was redefined. Intimacy with you creates again every fiber of my being. 10

You are my obsession. There is not a single thought that’s mine and You aren’t in it. I don’t draw a breath that doesn’t taste like You. Every time we make Love together, I trade a little more of me for the infinitely better You. I want to know you with every atom of my being. Until there is no longer You and me, only Us. 11

This is the mystery that is Love: When two become so completely entwined that one cannot blink without being acutely aware of the other. This is what I want. With all that I am I want it. Burn everything that does not fit in You. Incinerate it until not even a speck of ash remains in evidence of its existence. 12

I want You until all that remains is Love; white-hot, blinding, searing flame. When that is accomplished, I will be content. I will be satisfied.13