Passion At Play

A Poem

Photo by Ron Lach : https://www.pexels.com/photo/women-in-old-fashioned-clothing-on-picnic-blanket-in-park-10661067/

how could i not fall
when you gave yourself
so willingly
through word after word
as if you were painted
in bewitching shades?

how could i not fall
into a soft tizzy
as if i were a girl
fed on dreams and laughter
rather than one
who danced with shadows?

how could i not fall
when you touched me
in thoughts upon thoughts,
the hallways of my mind,
those deep and dark passages
no one else dared lurk?

how could i not fall
when you sang of promise
through wit and starfire,
as if you were a god
salvaged from embers
and thrust into this sphere?

how could i not fall
when you were truth
masked for the populace,
an actor in plain sight,
every role perfected
for each performance?