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.

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