Gentle Rage

(for elizabeth jean) 12.24.91

I lay your body; I stroke your cheek
And vision you always
Then rend the proud flesh I can't assuage,
Addicted to this gentle rage

You've made me beg, I've made you blush
Two souls set afire
Standing firm through this collapsing stage
My addiction, your gentle rage

Tender, far more tender
Than I'd ever hoped you'd be
I kissed your lips and tasted heaven
I'd loose myself in your arms
And you would drown yourself in me

I taste your whisper, then clutch your side
And pull you closer
No words command as we engage
Mere addiction that encradles rage

I feel you and dream
Your face, pressed on my pillow
Though older now, and showing my age
I long for your power and passionate rage