Passion Has A Shelf Life
A Poem by TTBoy28
Not every petal withers
to crumble just to be one
with the earth
Life is still there
though unearthed and out of hand
or held in a clinched set of teeth
Given out of love and with love
it is the passion that is
remembered
Out of sight it is never
out of mind
For the shelf-life is like that of
a bomb shelter
Indestructible
And though that first time has
bid its fond adieu
the joy is in seeking the pleasure
over and over again
For the willing willing
who keeps the flower full,
supple and fragrant for the
honey’s Honey
first!