PASSION
by Sam Silva
In the gray month of January
when the year is first born
in chill
and trauma
proceeding toward
that painful drama
of all things
that make a story….
….I still feel
that sweet warm hope of you
much like the motherhood of art
and the art of motherhood
my warm and tender lover
like an ancient Christmas tale gone on
with Mary and her glory
in great Cathedral
or symphonic
song
where a heater keeps
the warm nights long
above
beneath
the cover….