The Measures of Passion

Why, this destiny, that 

compels my loyalty to
every morsel of passion,

every whit of pain,
every dash of bliss, and
every sliver of expectancy.

In shreds of thirst,
Eyes search for love's cues.

Tinges of need pray for Union.

scraps of Self struggle to
Endure as One, else the

trifles of sorrow shred a
Lovelorn Heart.

I live in anxious vigilance,
longing for a Pinch of ardor, a

trinket of tenderness, 
smidgen of sensual craving.

Some mundane specks of charity
pacify me momentarily, but

I restlessly grasp anyhow for
a few crumbs of life.