We Meet Again

I.

Knock on your door.

Fear.

This will be like before.

Repeated.

Stuffy form of passion.

Passion.

Confused with compassion.

Romance.

Created from platonic love.

Love.

From Xeryus cologne and a gentle shove.

Me.

Pushing you under false pretense.

You.

Worrying for my common sense.

This.

Is a variation on your part.

New.

Poison from your heart.

Mixed.

From my effervescence.

Compiled.

From fragments of my presence.

Lust.

For my wasted self worth.

Pressure.

To rebuild my earth.

Forgetting.

Your mind won't allow feeling.

Knowing.

This will only be an ephemeral greeting.

Appassionato

Appassionato.

Raise my baton,

Conduct the symphony of 42nd street.

Symphonato.

Molding my music

To the rhythm of my body.

Feel the passion

Be the passion

I am passion.

Originato.

Using my surroundings,

Directing the rhythm of the rain on trash cans.

Hurryanto.

Pressing my beat

Needing to push faster

Quicken the passion

Speed the passion

Rush the passion.

Bluranto.

Rushing my fervor

As I approach a yeild sign.

Finishanto.

Ending my piece.

Wondering what I created.

Forget the passion.

Regret the passion.

Overlook my passion.

Appassionato.