Free Verse # 65

Deliverance,
one drop of your love on my eager tongue,
one stroke from your fingers setting the course home.

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Poetry is the soul’s unity breathing fire.

~

Burning on the edge of your tongue,
I soak into your breath and words
as they fly out now like a meteor
and now like a firefly,
with burning tongues groping
at the face of the world,
setting it afire.

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