Free Verse # 141 (forever in your pull)

Our fingertips touch,
two wings over an abyss
ever harmoniously gliding,
rooted in the dawn of love.

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The moon,
even when hidden
from the sun
is forever in her pull ~
and I,
twined to your smile,
the dawn of your eyes,
your breath in the wind.

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Our breaths,
dying on each other’s lips,
shiver through our bodies
a river of flames,
melting us,
down to our bones,
and merging us,
one…

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I sleep and I wake
and you are the last
and first thought
to whisper on my lips.
I am a river;
the ocean is you.

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Night falls liquid
over our merging bodies,
his stars like embers
searing into our skin
the wildest poetry.

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From night’s womb
I pluck the ripest stars
and with poetry’s threads
weave them into a blanket
to cover you all night,
my love…

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Out of the well of infinite solitude
my poems rise,
like stars from the invisible womb
filling the night sky.

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From a hidden shore
her jasmine breath travels
through the infinite night
to find my face,
and breathe me into life.

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Let night’s melody
hum in your blood
an endless froth of stars,
rivers of dark wine…

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O beloved,
let me pour the dawn
into your eyes,
reap from your lips
the purity of his dew,
from your womb
his morning star.