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.

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