I have walked away
from so many passions
burning and searing
making flesh turn fevered

now I am cold
in my frozen control

I have run from anger
full of purple and red
deep oranges
and blinding yellows

and now I am lost
in my grey composure

Let me be
angry
Let me be
passionate
let my mild mellow
melt away once more

This
This won't be love
It will be
Hotly satiating
Cooley searing
Blindingly fantastic
but
it won't be
love
Do you still
want this
want me