About the Poem

As years go by, passion may grow in much deeper emotional ways than when we are young. Especially if we love the same person as thirty years before.

Passion Moves

by Rosemary J. Gwaltney

Passion moves
As a window shade
Blown by a sudden breeze;
As a bare leg against smooth sheets;
As a gentle sigh in dreaming.

Passion moves
In a sheening moonlit arc;
In the softest sunrise
Tiptoeing across the mountaintop.

Passion moves
Like the motion of the grasses
When the wind lays them down
Across the meadows;
Like a whisper breath of spring
Unwrapping buds in quiet splendor.

Passion moves
Me
For you

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Thank you for a sensitive treatment of mature love.

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