Fragility

No one knows what i'm capable of for that passion that is me, instilled in everything that makes my path, everything that comes out of me, the words rolling on my tongue, melting like honey in my mouth, the electricity moving my arms, letting my fingertips glide sensually, and when i tilt my head to watch at my love on a new improbable angle, that passion, once blood dripping on a sheet of paper, transports me on hills and sing like a fool in ecstasy, it's trembling and begs to be freed, if no one knows it's because no shell can attain so much love without dying, not even mine, not even my gritty little heart, in search for the indestructible balance of a resonating love.