Free Verse # 122 (tempestuous)

Would my falling petals
rest in your palms and lap,
tangle themselves in your dark hair,
quickly, quickly,
I’d lose all my tears and smiles,
become a poem weaved inside your breath.

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Water on parched skin, your lips;
a cool balm on open wounds, your breath;
a dawn spilled on drunk minds, your eyes.

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Life’s luxury?
A garden full of flowers,
a book of poetry,
and you…

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And this heart beating in our raised hands
shall join our lips at its holy fount,
eyes bound in eyes
our gaze shall sail through endless skies.

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Night,
my heart a beacon at the helm of heaven,
a full moon whispering your soul to silence,
guiding you to the seat of my endless heart.

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Smear the pine needles with your poetry
and let it sink under my skin,
words of wine and water tattooed,
images coursing like rivers,
serpentine dances
burning into ecstasy.

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Totally absorbed into your luminous presence
my heart, a million-petal flower, slowly unfolds,
his fragrant waters purling songs of praise.

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My entire life I’ve been fashioning one arrow,
the one that, released from your bow,
shall bind my heart to the altar of the sun.

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Like a mystic flower
blossoming in the forest deep
not a soul knows my abode.

I travel with the company
of the moon and stars.

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Mateless, the moon,
drifting through the sky,
his pouring light
a song of lamentation
bewailing his lost love.

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Your absence suddenly dawned on me
and I realized how famished I were,
since birth deprived of your water and  fruits.

In relentless waves
thirst and hunger swept through my body
and fire glowed outward from my blood and marrow
binding me to find you.

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I carry you like rain in my heart.
When the earth kisses me
I leave her soaking in the fires of your love.

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Close your eyes.
I am the silence flowing
between each of your heartbeats,
the world spread open
at the edge of your exhaled breath.

Surrender to me…

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Love is a shared willingness to grow.
For with that,
the tree plunges deeper into the darkness
and rises higher into the light.

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Flower to flower,
a bee fluttering in your heart
silently spreading ecstasy.

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Love,
bursting at the seams of existence,
paints the world in colours of impossible hues.

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Flitting from wall to wall,
you were a moth locked inside my heart.
Love shattered me & you flew out,
becoming a flame setting my vision afire,
consuming all my lust.

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…and burying your lightning bolts
deep into my chest,
let them strike against the stars…

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Flowing back and forth,
the essence of our kisses
ferments into honey,
drips into the palm of night
burning like stars.

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I am an old garden
growing in youth envisioning your touch,
the feel of your naked feet against my skin,
my fragrance as it inhabits your chest.

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Breaking the pearl of silence,
two bodies soaked in dew,
tangled in the arms of dawn.

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Chrysalis of the heart,
a moon entering the sun’s house
and rising, overfull.

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Envelop my need with your silence,
soaking in my lust and greed
to the very last drop,
unlocking my deepest heart.

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Our bodies,
coiled round each other
into a perfect circle,
love’s glory shines,
a sea of light where
sun, moon, and stars
flow along white waves, drunk,
burn into thin air
and are scattered, like dust.

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Carry me on your wing
like a ray of sunlight
and lay me in dawn’s blue palm,
a white circle of joy, spinning,
exuding poetry.

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I am love bubbling in its own flame,
desire extinguished on its own altar.

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Love anoints the lover
a doorway between this world and the next,
then love takes him away,
making him vanish.

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Fish swim in water;
birds fly in the air.
Stars suckle at a hidden breast;
and lovers inside a world of flames, combust.

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Bringing her the scent of her beloved
the flower blooms,
uttering a fragrant song of praise,
a hymn to the full moon.

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You spread your poems before me
like springs of clear water
and fountains of pure fire.

I drank and washed,
burned and cleansed,
felt your breath and essence
etching itself into my very core,
uttering me – your poetry.

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When you touch my heart
waters within move and flow,
waves rushing as they near the shore,
froth writ on desire’s lips then melting, gone.

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Tempestuous, our lovemaking.
Then the sun rises
over wet flowers and lips,
birds sing,
a rainbow crowns the sky.

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When our fragrances meet
the air turns to honey,
golden and thick,
and at the same time
light and clear,
like dawn’s first breath.

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Practicing calligraphy,
I whet my tongue inside your well of secrets,
call forth its humid nectar for ink,
its stars for fiery dots and marks.

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My wings, which are made of light,
shall cradle you,
and inside this cocoon of light you’ll grow,
a sun to the world,
a moon to the night.

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Placing your ear against my heart
you break into water,
melt into my soul.

As night waxes dark and deep
I birth you from lips,
a full moon in the sky.

7 thoughts on “Free Verse # 122 (tempestuous)

        1. Yes, although I was not born that way. It took me a great deal of practice and hardship to get here. I can tell you that anyone is capable of this passion. It just needs openness, hard work, and will power…

          Passion itself is meaningless if deprived of a goal. A lot of passionate people are miserable.

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