A comfortable Passion

A twirl of my fingers sending rivets in the air
Disrupts the delicate balance of instability
With the suppleness of a sordid cat
A playful contradiction of your own terms
A misunderstood agreement of empathy
That guides a heart into the unshallow valley’s den
A rock with embezzled predisposal
To be something that is faintly accepted
Your attractive expression seducing
Even the most stubborn of deities
A sullen beat of exasperation
Because with you everything is an entraption
And you can captivate the wildest hostile
With only a glance and a touch of excellence
And thus we feel deprived of everything
And a feeling of complete pettiness
Of extreme satisfaction and comprehensive understanding
Overwhelms me,
With a comfortable passion.

Hello, Chava. I read this poem for the second time, and found it all the more enjoyable than when you first posted it. Just out of curiosity, who wrote this work?