Climbing Rocks Of Passion Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Waking me from a slow song, new rhythms beating a lively tune,
energizing this poet, taking me quietly into mountains, climb-
ing the rocks of passion.

Rock hard and exciting, every particle of my being from the in-
side out, traveling up and down ravines, seeing the sights so
few people see in this life.

Pivoting and taking intellect careening into plateaus high above
earth, loving the views from where we lie in bed alongside of
each other.