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.

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.

Free Verse # 89

Poetry in braille –
in the silence of the night,
tracing my finger
between the stars
scattered across my chest
and fathoming your face.

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The world –
ripples of laughter
heaving inside
our burning kiss.

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There is a motion in my heart,
its rhythm, like that of waves,
is in harmony with the flow of your breath,
with the stars turning in
the universe of your eyes.

Of Feasts

Let me knead your belly
slowly raising the moon
to birth it full from upon your lips,
crowning a heaven shivering
with the surge of your watery moans.

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You gaze into my eyes,
the hidden pool of my soul
and sweet words come
dripping off your mouth,
rolling full and lush from your lips,
poetry littering your breasts and belly
like ripe figs and crimson grapes
aching to be crushed
between our merging bodies,
to be a feast for the fiery hunger
raging inside my chest.

Free Verse # 88

Your love,
a lightning insatiably
licking at my skin.

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With soft lips
you press your poems
like seeds into my skin,
and then you breathe,
and lo!, each seed is a flower
singing fragrant praise.

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Her breath seeps,
a wet, silver veil
teeming with
burning stars.

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Naught is there to life but this…

My love,
we are eternal wanderers
casting our sail
between the moon and sun,
through the sea of stars.

Each night
our loving embrace
is an oasis,
a tender desert flower
filling up with ecstasy
and dancing
until the break of dawn.

A Burning Flower

I plant you in my inmost garden
where each poem is a flower
sighing powdered lust,
fine grains burning slowly
craving to sink in the flesh of desire.

The water in your womb flows,
your pores, like crimson, swollen lips
exude erotic musk,
a wetness calling all the heat
to invade the depth of your rosy flesh,
and you inhale, hard and deep,
an air so dense it burns
in your throat and lungs,
seeping like liquid fire in your veins,
becoming yourself a burning flower
swaying to the music of my flute,
shivering with ecstasy at my tender touch.

Exhale now, my love…

Free Verse # 87

Gazing into your eyes
I gather laughter and light
and in my heart turn them
into the sweetest poetry.

Now, my love,
come taste these honeyed words
dripping from my lips.

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While you kiss me
my tongue buds with poems
and blooms in your mouth.

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Like the sun eclipses all stars,
the sun I plant in your womb
eclipses heaven’s light.

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My kisses –
dovewings cradling you
in the heart of night.

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I am a silent whisper on the lips of dawn
sinking into your body
like dewdrops caress the sleeping earth.

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You’ll find me in the silence
between each beat of your heart.

Free Verse # 86

As I flow
my water cools and clears,
becoming a serene mirror
reflecting the glory of your face
as it lights the sky.

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There is a poem churning
in the heart of me.
Only its froth scatters here
for your eyes and mine to read.

Only the Beloved’s eyes
can see beyond the forth,
can behold the hidden bond
tying all the stars.

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…then you drew breath and exhaled,
and my heart came to stillness
as all my life’s poems
melted into burning tears
flowing inside my eyes.

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My heart is a blood red rose;
her pulsing face enveloping the sky.
And you are a white flower
hidden inside my heart.

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There are transformations the mind cannot understand:
spring out of winter’s heart;
out of the thorn’s heart, a rose;
after being hidden, suddenly the full moon.

The grace of your touch.

Free Verse # 84

I worship Your sun by flying in circles,
back to earth,
embracing Your whole sky,
feeling Your fiery liquid
flow between my ribs.

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Burning the dust of desire
off the layers of my soul,
In the heart of dawn,
I am a serene lake
reflecting the white clarity
of your face.

The face of my Beloved.

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Dawn,
I silently slither between your thighs,
flow over your body.
I am the eastern wind
carrying the warmth
of an eternal sunrise in my heart,
folding you whole –
deep inside of me.

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Each kiss I sear into your flesh
to burn forevermore,
a scintillating star
whispering my name.

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Together,
hand in hand,
let us escape,
let us slip away
like a full moon
deserting the heaven
to live inside the sun.

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My burning lips
have been fashioned
to relish your skin.

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Let my whispers flow
over your face,
an ocean of stars
wetting your cheeks,
burning in your eyes,
and flooding through your mouth.

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Kissing my fingertips
you light them one by one
as then you guide them
to the place where
all your secrets flow.
‘Take them,’ you whisper,
‘make me whole.’

I Harness You

With each curve of my pen
your desire falls wet and burning
upon the aching paper,
moaning and sighing poems,
serpentine limbs writhing and twirling,
uncontrollably exploding into stars
scattered in the empty heaven.

I harness you, love,
like the silent full moon
harnesses the stars
and writes them into the earth’s womb,
into the warm dreams of lovers.

I write you and harness you, my own.

Free Verse # 83

Under the rain of my kisses
your frown unfolds
into a field of flowers,
your vinegar becomes honey,
your water, wine.

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In times of peace,
in times of war,
our bed is a home
where love unfolds.

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I be your bed,
cradling your soul and body
as they slip between the stars.

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You walk into me and I walk
into the heart of spring.

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Thirst brings me closer to your watery lips;
hunger, to the banquet of your breasts;
the cold, to the warmth of your breath;
and the pain, to your fingers’ healing touch.

Altar of Ecstasy

Love’s chills,
tender ripples of ecstasy
coursing underneath our skin,
harbingers of abandonment
in the burning mouth of stars.

The tree of white flowers
blossoms inside our merged bodies,
arching our backs and breaking our ribs
as it raises us to deliver us, headless,
to the altar of the sky.

Free Verse # 82

My deepest wound
and my most beautiful poem
both sing your name.

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No one is there who knows
of what heaves
between the oceans of our souls.

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I am a flower at the edge of dawn
blossoming inside the garden
brought to life by the breath of the Beloved.

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I give in to your lust
like thirsty lips give in
to the fire in the wine.

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Our joined mouths,
a feast of red flowers
welcoming the sun.