Free Verse # 158 (weeping silently)

Since birth
a wanderer I’ve been,
searching for my heart.
Finding you, I found it.
O beloved,
ever has it grown
in the palms of your hands.

~

In the fading light of dusk
your voice rises,
a violin’s tune
weeping into the sky,
calling on the night
and its infinite stars.

~

In the profundity of her eyes
lurks oceans of unfathomable depths,
skies glimmering like abysses of light,
and stars frothing poetry and wine.

In the profundity of her eyes
I am reduced to silence,
thrown open like a dawn
giving birth to light.

~

Like a violin
holding you at your neck
I absorb into me
your vulnerability,
the rawness of your emotions,
and quiver into music.

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Kissing,
breathing into each other,
our bodies quiver like flutes
exhaling music,
silently weeping
and scattering our heat
as full drops of dew.

~

That night,
your face fell into my dreams
as a full moon from the sky,
and suddenly,
like a coup de foudre,
your love was born inside of me.

~

As a sudden dislocation
in some hidden depth,
rupturing all my being
yet, somehow, completing me,
your love skyward hurls me,
deep into the sun.

~

In vain we battle
the pull of our skin,
two suns fated
to burst into each other,
merge pulp and fiery core,
perfecting love’s sin.

~

Life becomes tasteless ~ deprived of your lips.

~

Love contains a paradox—the harmony of a deep seated and perpetual convulsion.

~

There’s only one way to fall in love—without knowing why or how or when; a spark scintillating in the womb of innocence.

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