You inhabit my heart like a spring ever bursting into song.
that when you speak words flow from my mouth,
that when you breathe my chest rises and falls to the rhythm of our love.
I carry you in me,
a sacred song now rising
to stroke the sea of stars and fall,
a warm breath of dreams.
Tied by a hidden thread,
by a bond stronger than the bond of stars,
each pulse and shiver ripple a being
dwelling outside the bounds of time.
Poetry is the music of the soul spilled into the vessels of words.
I pass my fingers through your hair
as stars fall from the sky
to wet the earth’s parched lips.
Awaiting the dawn,
our tangled bodies weep,
our breath falls, extinguished,
open like the sky.
I begged you to recite me love-poems.
You smiled playfully and kissed me
turning me to burning dust
quivering in your storm.