In the endless Abyss
Of your beautiful eyes,
At bottom of which
I can sense Paradise
I will drown and dwell.

Not a wish
To resurface
Ever again..
A touch,
Breath,
A kiss..
Senses…
Simmer in yearn,
Then flare up in gigantic crescendo..

In passion’s inferno,
Desires twist and churn,
Entangled past any
Chance of return..

In ecstasy’s grasp,
In a moment of bliss
Desires plunge deep
Into rapture’s abyss!

As heart’s blaze subsides,
The senses discern,
Alas at the quiet place
Whence none return.

Paul Pinkhasik, May 15, 2024