Free Verse # 104 (playful kiss)

The heart’s pulp would not turn to wine
unless it be crushed on the sacred altar of love.

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My heart is a star
hollowed out by love
so it could wear your finger,
turn like a necklace
round your neck.

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Droplets from a citrus sun
I squeeze onto your tongue,
sprinkle a dash of stars for salt,
and pour in noon’s golden ale
for a deep, playful kiss.

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Resting in desire’s lap
the bowl of poetry is overflowing
like a full moon.

Dip your fingers, my love,
and write my body into existence,
a sacred verse crowning your sky.

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Only the spirit can uplift the body
to an ecstasy far beyond the stars,
to a clarity deeper than the stillness of dawn.

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Asleep,
our dreams flutter in the nightsky,
plant kisses as brilliant stars
guiding lovers home.

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Love’s absence reveals its depth,
as the sun fading over the horizon
reveals heaven’s truth,
our kinship with the stars.

~

Fireflies,
a drifting starry sky below gazing
at the milky way above.

In between,
the silence of the night
enfolding us in the great mystery.

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