They told me passion was Red,
Wild,
         Uninhibited,
                       Feral.

"it will course through your veins
       like a raging fire
       and consume you"

They said.

But our passion is blue
feirce and dark like the ocean.
The powerful shattering waves
which moan, and beg, and sigh
waves that surge forwards
moving in desperate unison
that push each other over
and on into oblivion
beat, pound, and splinter at the wall
into a soft foam

(breathe)

And they told me pasion was Red.