Last Word

With the new name, I guess I should throw some poetry on here. Yeah, I've written some poetry. I've got one up at poetry.com (as Zachary John Ricks) that I won some award for. They keep bugging me about winning this big silver cup, but to get it I have to attend some poetry convention, or pay for it out of my own pocket. Whatever.
Here's one I wrote a few years ago.

Passion
Passion can't be trusted.
Like a naked flame, it dances -
Burning finger, bodies, minds,
Always flaring, never quenched,
Never dead, completely.
The dragon of a man's heart
Cannot die, will not die,
Refuses to leave me here
In sweet, dreamless peace.
Instead, cackling, it casts my
Soul headlong, Throws away the
Shackles - those ties the bind -
And leaps for the sky -
Ever reaching for the sun.
Its black hide shimmering
Its eyes hidden by the
Heat of its breath as it
Rises to eat the sun
Where he stands
In the sky.