Pressing into each other,
a banquet of hot flowers
bursting wet with rain.
Dawn. You, a kiss of water
washing upon my face,
shivering into my body
love’s silent wakefulness.
Open in your grace.
The goblet of your lips set upon my mouth,
a spring which water fills the ocean of my life.
A dream heaved me upon the shore of heaven.
A drop of honey, earthward falling.
Catch me with your mouth,
let me burn your being.
Without your kiss
pouring fire into my chest,
a winterwind blowing
over solitary fields.
Knocking on love’s door
with a heart hollowed by waiting,
emptied into the vastness
of a star-filled sky.
Love’s merciless dance,
claws of fire skin-deep sinking,
tearing flesh from flesh,
consumed in the furnace of Heart.
Red with the softness of embrace
dawn rises and from my eye
a burning tear flutters to meet his face,
weeping as she writes
love’s sweetest poetry.
With lips of thorn you graze my heart, oh Love,
a farmer’s hands passionately tilling soil,
coursing water, scattering seeds,
ever faithfully waiting.
Every thorn ever handed to me by life I plunged,
gratefully, into the soil of my heart,
then waited, patiently, the coming of spring.
Come into my world,
a violent wind breaking all dead branches.
Come into my heart,
pure dew stirring all longings.
The deepest pain is felt by the strongest hearts.
Only the widest skies can embrace
love’s oceans of tears,
and burn them into stars.
Roaming he fields of night,
plucking stars like wild berries
from each other’s mouths,
lovefilled, howling at the moon.
Poetry on the face of dawn,
whispers from the Beloved’s garden,
and in my heart your heart,
The sun and moon
upon my lips merge,
a kiss between your eyes.