Unraveling Desire: The Fiery Secrets Within G. S. Katz’s “Passion Collision”
Ever paused to wonder how a stolen kiss—half-held and half-withheld—can linger like a shadow from Mr. Manhattan’s watchful eye, twisting through everyday moments like a whispered secret? This poem dives headlong into that electric space where passion crashes, barely contained, between tangled hair and the mundane rituals of life—waiting at the bank, flipping eggs, caught in a rearview mirror. It’s not just about the kisses missed or promises murmured; it’s the raw breathlessness of “only coming up for air” that grabs me every time. You feel it too, don’t you? That collision of desire and hesitation, looping endlessly with no deposit and certainly no return. Ready to get lost in the rhythm of love’s chaotic pulse? LEARN MORE
would have kissed you harder
deeper
you kept me slightly at bay
next time will be different
passion collision
no fault
mouth on mouth
only coming up for air
no deposit, no return
Mr. Manhattan
lurking in your tangled hair
in your rear view mirror
on line at the bank
while cooking eggs
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