Dark Passion
https://poems.culturing.net/2026/08/03/dark-passion/
But there are things that happen between a man and a woman in the dark—that sort of make everything else seem—unimportant.
I remember the surge of her, storming
dark passion through dark eyes, with a wildness
from the earth itself. She was animal, asking
for animal in return. But it would not last.
It was only a moment. Had I complied
with her wishes, would I now be animal,
enjoying the punishment and bliss of a beast
that has found sex at last, freed from civilization?
Or would I have been discarded?
