Dangerous Love

   
Obscure our love.
The bond uneasy.
Is it the weakness of my heart?
Or the disposition of hers?
Passion intensely shared, until diverted.
Then non-existent, without a past.
Her affections staccato.
Unpredictable like a hummingbird's flight.
Afflictive and attractive in their whimsy.
Quickening and stopping my pulse at once.  
But I risk it.
All that I now am, need and hold dear.
For her discovery of she.
The debase gratification of me.
The odd consummation of we.