Free Verse # 81

Your lips stroke my body
like waves under the moonlight
lapping the shores of eternity.

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My heartbeats I pluck
one by one to wrap them in a bouquet,
each flower passionately sighing
the fragrance of your name.

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You touch my heart and it is a burning coal.
You blow your breath and lo!
it is flame-eaten by desire.
Then, your white hands
enter my chest and take it,
scatter its dying embers
on the face of the sky,
each a star unfolding
a silent whisper
on the still face of dawn.

Free Verse # 80

You inhabit my heart like a spring ever bursting into song.

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So blended
that when you speak words flow from my mouth,
that when you breathe my chest rises and falls to the rhythm of our love.

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I carry you in me,
a sacred song now rising
to stroke the sea of stars and fall,
a warm breath of dreams.

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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.

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Poetry is the music of the soul spilled into the vessels of words.

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I pass my fingers through your hair
as stars fall from the sky
to wet the earth’s parched lips.

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Awaiting the dawn,
our tangled bodies weep,
scattering stars.

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Dawn,
our breath falls, extinguished,
open like the sky.

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I begged you to recite me love-poems.
You smiled playfully and kissed me
turning me to burning dust
quivering in your storm.

Midnight Lamp

Oh my sad heart, where will you sleep?
No roof or shade your head to keep
From sun or rain, from wind or frost,
You roam the streets with your face lost,
And you search! In your eyes I see,
You search for her whose face is free
From veils that shy the sun and moon,
From words that sneer at night’s calm tune,
For her whose eyes are sky and sea
A pool of deep profundity,
For her whose hair a river flows
On shoulders white as winter snows,
For her whose hand, a wave and breeze,
Stroking the leaves with tender ease,
For her whose belly grows a tree
Lush with flowers for bird and bee,
You search and your cry rises clear
Falls amid ghosts whose souls don’t hear,
Yet by your door a lamp you keep
For a roamer whose soul might creep.

Free Verse # 76

There is one in whose presence
your face becomes the sky
as your most intimate secrets come out
fluttering like butterflies.

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Before You my heart’s petals spread in prostration
like the palm of heaven below the burning sun.

I am a vessel filled to overflow
with the divine light of Your presence.

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Love is the garden.
We, its blossoming flowers.

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Two flowers sharing a single root.
The wind blows,
our cheeks touch,
we smile.

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My words are thirsty drops of water
aching to soak into your heart.

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There is a sacred touch that enlivens in us seeds which presence we ignored.

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I am a song written in the language of the stars,
only the full moon can unfold my being.

Free Verse # 75

Night,
a voice sounds in the deep,
rushes on waves of sleep,
calling us – home.

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To love is reserved the cream,
the sparkling froth of wine.
Should you love and be worthy of it
you must lose your mind.

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Woman is the vast ocean of life
which man enters with a loving thrust
of light only to disappear therein,
and be reborn.

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Love’s embrace –
the white waves of dawn
rippling through our face.

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The poem,
an intimate breath
unfolding through your body.

Free Verse # 74

Like the great aster of light
rejuvenates its heart
while passing through the nether,
so must we all replenish our light
in the dark womb of the Mother.

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What am I?
I am a swaying branch
in the Beloved’s body,
my lush and ripe fruits
stroking the lustful lips
of hungry lovers.

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You are the flower and the flower-face,
and I am a hungry butterfly
folding you under my wings and taking you
– home.

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Even if you will dodge all the arrows love throws at your heart while you live, you cannot dodge the last, that ultimate opener – death.

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Your kiss snuggles through my ribs
like a burning sea of stars.

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I am a moth
in love with the Beloved’s flame.

To myself I vanished
to live on Her swaying tongue,
forever singing brilliant praise.

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The Beloved is the body
nursing the endless sea of stars.

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In the stillness of the night
her heartbeats fall to my soul’s pond
like gentle drops of dew.

Concentric ripples,
hushed whispers of love.

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I am the ocean of wine
gathering itself into a single drop
set on the Beloved’s burning tongue.

Crave me,
suckle on me with your lustful lips,
and be flame-eaten,
consumed to dust.

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We wander the world with parched lips
though a spring of living water flows through our heart.

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With poetry’s froth
I wash your hair and delicate curves,
then, like petals of warm wine,
each poem I place on your tongue
to melt in your mouth,
soak into the wells
deep behind your eyes.

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All my poems I shall one day spread like petals at your feet.

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Some poems are best read with eyes closed.

Love

The world is a garden in flames
burning amid my ribs and You,
You are the burning itself,
the turbulent wind fanning the flames,
raising them higher and higher,
eager tongues scorching earth and sky,
tree and stone and star,
and with infinite passion inscribing
burning letters into the heart of the Heart,
the fountain of grace,
the silent spill of Love.

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I am at the fountain of silence,
and the invisible wine is filling my soul with grace.

Free Verse # 73

The rivers in their flow
have the ocean at heart.

Likewise,
I ride the great current of life
with the ocean of You
churning and frothing deep inside.

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Your gaze,
like a painter’s brush,
like a poet’s verse,
paints and writes me
into life.

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Out of the moon’s silken rays
a hammock she weaved,
adorning each thread
with stars from her hair.

Tangled we swayed,
making love until
the refreshing breeze of dawn
cuddled our embrace.