fuoco velle vene...

he had thought of her constantly since the day they met
in truth, he no longer thought of anything else of anyone else
his thoughts had changed - his life had changed
the life that once had offered him security and refuge
no longer fit him no longer suited him
like an ill fitting tuxedo from yesteryear

his neatly structured life had somehow been altered
as if chemically altered, even
it had become suffocating stifling
threatening his very existence
leaving him gasping for the very life’s breath
that heretofore had sustained him so well -
at least, he had thought his life well-sustained
but now - now, something had changed
the brilliant mind once overflowing with intellectual data
like a schoolboy’s drooling dripping lollipop
now filled with cascades of shimmering colors
colors without shape or content or meaning
like a churning kaleidoscope
it was true - it could no longer be denied
but what it was - what it could be escaped him
he was the same as always
the architecture of his daily life had not changed
he did the same things at the same time
and in the same way as he always had done
but something indeed had changed -
and that change was as palpable as the
sweat pouring off a mississippi delta farmer
a hot sticky swaggering kind of sweat
that rolled down from his dark grey intellect
coursing raging throughout his body and
into the steamy viscous beating of his heart 
into the crimson caverns of his long forgot loins
settling there in a burning boiling pit of fire -
of love - of desire -
fire ignited in him by her -
this fuoco velle vene -