I’ve come to an age where passion flares 

not like a bonfire… all light and heat burning the night

Sky,

But slowly, like water coming to a boil in a teapot,

Erupting from a steady flame.

One is all encompassing, using all its energy in a mad display,

The other providing heat and sustenance to a life ready for 

The long haul.

Each valid.

Each a product of its time.

Mine is now.