Impassion

I am impassioned
By your look of interest
Passing in an instant from
Your glance to my longing for
Your embrace as our eyes lock
Our smiles infinitesimal flash
Our hands touch and sense
Falls burned away by the
Heat of our closeness
As we stand or sit
Or lie closer than
Sense allows
Sensibility
To allow,
Aware
But
Too impassioned
To care.