Your Breath

Upon your lips,
a fragrant spring breath;
in your hair,
a cool summer breeze
laden with jasmine
and the moon’s white scent.

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Your face,
a twilight sun spilling
a bohemian song into the sky,
crimson breaths drifting
like unheard whispers,
then setting,
into my heart.

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Your voice,
an autumn song blowing with the wind,
loosening all the red and golden leaves
and casting them tenderly,
raindrops in my heart.

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Free Verse # 92

I am dust scattered at the feet of my Beloved.

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Where your naked feet touch the earth, flowers bloom.
Stars race to gather in your hair,
in your eyes, the sun and moon.

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Come into me.
I am a turbulent sea which
salty waves shall rub you
whole and white,
salt-kissed, naked, and open
on my shore.

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Spreading from your dark eyes,
night, on angel wings flutters in my heart,
wetting my hair and face
with the tender rush of dreams,
sinking in my eyes the warm stars of sleep.

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Night of chaos and beautiful dreams,
birthing stars from wombs unseen,
come into my heart.

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All the tears you weep in your sleep
at dawn I find them,
upon my eyelashes,
between my eyelids,
crystallized into stars.

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You weep, and tears fall from my eyes;
your heart sings, and my lips are a stream of smiles.

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Your lust,
a river of moans fluxing through my body,
arching my back and shattering me,
at the moment of ecstasy,
into endless streams of stars
coursing through your body,
under your skin.

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With your fiery hands
grab hold of my body
as it melts into thirsty water,
splash me over your curves,
soak me into your skin
and let my ardent lips
find your womb and heart,
the inside of your breasts.

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Even your shadow sears my soul with a desire to burn into you.

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Between your hills I build my temple,
there worship and pray, fast and feast,
flow my laughter and tears to the end of my days.

To worship you for a lifetime, and more…

I Mold You, I Bake You

I squeeze the moon over your body,
scattering its white musk
over the sanctity of your hills,
then slowly yet firmly knead the wetness,
sinking it to your womb’s waters,
making your heart and breath
come to a standstill.

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Your flesh,
dough under my fingers,
in the heat of my passion
baking into a bread-loaf that I raise,
wine-dipped,
to melt in my mouth.

Free Verse # 91

Night,
her voice of stars hums in my blood
as her white waves wash me
into dawn’s wet embrace.

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We are a song rising in unison at the break of dawn.

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At night, the flowers in my heart tilt their heads
spilling the light your love poured during the day,
covering me with a blanket of infinite warmth.

Your loving breath…

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Your breath enters the womb of night
and all the stars spill their light
painting to whiteness the whole sky.

Night through your eyes…

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And if my poems are pearls,
heart’s tears grown hard in time’s oyster,
I’d weave them into the most beautiful necklace
and crown you over my land.

And my poems are pearls, my love…

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I am mad with the scent of you!

Free Verse # 90

Your words,
hot stars gliding
along the curves of my skin,
churning my inner waters
into a frenzy of white waves.

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At night, when all is quiet,
I feel you whisper in my blood,
and your voice, a mighty river of stars,
tears open my chest to churn through the sky.

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Come,
whisper sweet words into my ear
awakening my heart
as the garden awakens
feeling dawn breathe.

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Spill your liquid essence over me
as the sun spills her golden nectar
setting afire the whole sky.

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Night is not a time for sleep.
At morn, all of love’s passionate play
is seen and felt wetting the earth,
cool kisses, dewdrops of life.

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I am an endless desert.
Come, venture inside of me.
Surrender your wounds to my burning sun
and let me sear the pain away.
Let your all thoughts drown in my silence.
Let your thirst find my hidden wells
where water flows deep.

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Cascading silk.
Her hair,
an autumn flare
searing where it strokes.

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Oh! love’s heavenly scriptures.
In a tear, a smile,
in a dewed rose beholding the sun.