Cooking Up Passion Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rhyming to an interior clock of music's rhythms, noting to
ever interfere with poetry falling out onto paper so sub-
liminally, and silently.

Words of expression, senses coming together, wild flowers
stinging the air with their fragrant aromas filling the
surrounding atmosphere.

frolicking, playing in imagination with everything, tick-
ling sorrow and sadness with a reluctant joy at times,
somnolently filling up pots of desires, cooking up passion
for our love-making later tonight my dear.