Triumph
it would have been so easy
to let my body overrule my heart
passion flowing like a sweet wine
past tastes remain bittersweet
large chunks of sediment--dregs poured out
my heart will never again
pay the price that passion charges
this time love will grow
building already like a summer monsoon
intense with electrical energy
this time I will get it right
when it all comes together
simultaneously--both will triumph
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