Passion's Egress Sieve (emotions contained will seep unchecked)

Reason like smoke,
rolling, churning, dissipating;
in reach,
beyond grasp.

I feel your shadow’s bite.
face your gentle eyes.

Aggressive demands,
swathed in passive sighs;
withdraw to draw in,
lash out to win love,
pull, twist, turn, shove…

Making sport of trust,
turning tango to tangle,
treaty to riddle.

Tenderness aimed
to tenderize,
words well geared
to hypnotize,

caresses
that knead my heart to pulp.
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This poem is not about one man. It's about a trait I've seen in many, to varrying degrees.