Free Verse # 59

Her voice lights my silence
like stars in the womb of night.

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Even in a stormy weather
a bird can still be heard singing.

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Her hair,
a flame streaming from the palm of dawn,
falling onto the sky.

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O Beloved,
even your shadow is a beacon to my soul.

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Over the wing of solitude I glide,
in my ocean churning honey and wine,
painting the whole sky.

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The flower joyfully surrenders
her scent and essence
to the lips that stroke her heart.

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An unborn love and yet,
in the thickness of the night
her whisper breezes through my window,
covering me with the warmth of our dawning home.

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Her swirling skirt becomes a burning disk,
exuding impassioned rays
as fire seeps liquid like golden honey
over the softness of her thighs.

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If the curves of your lips
were the contours of the sky,
then I am a white flower
perched like a sun in the depth of your mouth,
then I am a drop of honey
like a golden moon waxing and waning
as I wander the length of your tongue.

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