Flowers of Eternity

A fertile soil your heart does hold
For a flower inside to blossom and glow,
Nurture it and water it with special care
For the scent of such purity heightens my soul.

Once intoxicated new awareness I gain,
From here on in life a new taste I crave,
A seed from your heart to plant in mine
And find out now what colours it will show.

Strange, a brief moment before the morning sun
Might light your life for the rest of your days,
A little taste of immortality our flowers do hold
For here we remain, even when we are no more.

Free Verse # 164 (white-jasmined-moans)

My electric breath wears you like a storm.

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Your breath shivers
the strings amid my ribs,
and the music,
travelling through my body,
falls from my fingers
– poetry…

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I climb to night’s altar
and in its seething fire
lay the leaves of my poetry
hoping that the wind
will waft their incense
into your dreams

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I keep holding on to your voice
yet ever it keeps fading
as mist in the morning sun

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My fingers,
sunbeams dancing on your skin,
in letters of light, inscribing poetry.

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The red light of dawn
I rub into your eyelids,
smear into your lips,
spill over your cheeks…

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Gazing into the image of your face as into infinite waters ~ I drown.

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Breathed from the fires of our love,
a poem which verses
ring clear like the dawn.

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Your tender feet find the dewed garden of my heart eagerly waiting…

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That my poem may fly like a bird
in the sky of your dreams,
ever deeper into your unknown horizons,
over your infinite seas and endless earth.

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Let this love be an ocean
in which we drown,
a forest in which we wander and wander,
never again to be found.

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My poem I dip like a brush
in the ocean of your eyes
then paint the whole sky

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You touched my heart
and my chest,
like a nocturnal sky,
was torn asunder and wept
rivers and rivers of stars.

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Your tears, piano
Notes charged with autumn’s fragrance
— rippling through my heart.

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The stars in my mouth
celebrate the proximity of your lips
as birds and flowers
exalt the breaking dawn

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Lest I forget your face
I seared it into my heart.
Every poem that emanates
is imbued with its light.

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Forge the full, silver moon
into a dagger,
and plant it in my heart.

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Night is heavy with the weight of infinite stars
awaiting your touch to burst open and weep.

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With endless kisses,
tracing the freckles along your skin
as stars in the womb of night.

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I sail through your body
as through primordial waters,
feed on the timeless stars
birthed by your womb,
recover my original face
as I dissolve into you.

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Your lips,
a sickle moon
falling on my skin,
wounding me deep
only to spill inside of me
the pure light of your soul.

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There is a sadness in my heart
that blossoms once every full moon,
and sings a song so sweet
no soul can endure.

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In the still of the night
your eyes, the ray of a distant star
wounding me to my soul.

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She sings like little birds
Amid the folds of dawn,
Purls like flowing water
In woods to man unknown.

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Each freckle I kiss alights into a star
As your body becomes the universe
I inhabit for all my life.

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Your mouth ~
the clamour of birds in a sky of dusk,
a red rose wet with dew under a full moon,
a dark sky surging with infinite stars.

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The voice of intimacy rising from our belonging ~
songbirds fading in a sky of dusk,
poetry lapping dawn’s shore in endless white waves.

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The altar at which I worship,
which nurtures everything I hold sacred
lays in the palms of your hands.

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My poem,
like a shooting star,
falls into your womb,
rippling your waters
into a frevent song
flowing from your lips
as white-jasmined-moans

Letter, October 13, 2013

Man first became man gazing in water, drowning in the ripples of his reflection. Likewise, gazing into your ocean-face, I am born again, my existence growing new depths and complexions, my skin new shades, tones, and scents, my soul, a new purity and light, endless quivers of bubbling desire. I am born again as a being breathed of fire, seared into mist, made to flow like water, and live as the ecstasy and exuberance of love. I exist as I gaze into your face, my gaze reflecting back unto me from a depth as unfathomable as it is endless, as oceanic and ocean-born as it is fiery and sun-kissed, a depth which stillness floods one’s soul with the awe of contemplating stars at night, vertiginous, yet flying as a bird having found his horizon and goal. I am born into colour as I gaze into your face, your eyes glimmering like a sun from underneath mystic waters and acting like a painterly brush forever flowing over my face.

Yours,

P

Free Verse # 163 (your rebellious flesh I knead into submission)

Like a moth
following the flame’s breath to her doom,
so I, fluttering from flower to flower,
ache to burn in the fire of you.

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Like the earth and sky,
opposite yet one,
our union bestows
rain and lightning,
nurturing life
and her infinite ache.

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So deep inside of me you live,
entwined to my heart, its roots,
so that, every beat emanating from me,
every thought and breath,
every quiver of feeling and flesh,
is, in essence, stained by you.

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From between our joined palms
and clutched fingers
a flower sprouts,
her dewed petals smiling
and singing, forever…

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The vibrancy of your kiss
in the dark deeps of me
shivers my lips with a hunger
only your lips can feed

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My kisses knit –
a blanket of fire
swathing your whole skin.

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In the evening,
the warmth of our home,
the flickering flame
sways on your face
and I, mesmerized
by the pure poetry,
sway silently…

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Your dark hair smells of ancient pines;
in the great depth your oceanic eyes
the entire world is drowned.

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Even if the entire world falls apart we’ll be each other’s bed and sky.

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Though my love knows no limits, is ardent as a tsunamic wave, its roots strike deeper than the visible stars into the great womb of life.

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Erect, my poem be a rising titan, arrows of fire licking at the sky.

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Though I rush and roar
like the wildest river
my thirst and yearning
churn unquenched
lest they flow and merge
into the ocean of you…

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Let our hearts be
two drops of dew
eager to spill
from our merged lips
into each other
becoming a deep ocean,
the white sky of dawn.

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Doused one by one, the stars, by the glory of your face.

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Your rebellious flesh I knead into submission,
soak into it the sacred light of the moon,
invoke its hidden seeds to burst forth, and bloom.

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A perpetual summer
under my skin, you are.
The laughter of your flowers
bursting from my eyes.

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The sighs of our story
are left scattered
amid the autumn leaves,
forever blown by the wind
on hidden paths
where no foot ever treads.

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On fire ~ possessed by the daemon of your love.

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Perhaps all the poems we write are but a single poem, covering the night sky like a blanket of stars.

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Poetry—compressing the sheer intensity of emotions into the least amount of words and letting them explode, like stars, in the reader’s body.

Free Verse # 162 (visions of we)

Without you in my heart
all my poems
are birds with clipped wings
and pruned feathers

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My touch ~ gliding along your secret hurt.

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We crave a love so deep it would shatter the whole sky.
We crave a love so great it would drown the whole night.

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I miss your scent which I have never known.

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If wine and honey were to mix they would taste like our kiss.

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I place my finger on your heart
and your body, like a white flower,
unfurls in my palms.

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I graze at the nightsky
and then, each star collected in my mouth
I kiss into your hungry lips,
I sear into the eagerness of your wet skin.

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Salacious mutterings,
your misty breath, on the lips of dawn,
over my body weeping.

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Each dawn,
a poem flutters from my heart
and perches by your window,
her song breaking through
the wet sky of your dreams,
reviving inside of you
visions of We,
and calling you home.

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With each kiss I discover you
a little more, a little deeper,
my tongue sliding through
the fervency of your stars.

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I set a burning poem
on the fringe of her skirt
and spin her, and spin her,
lo! a sun…

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Like forest rain
falling into a hidden pond
so your heartbeats ripple my face,
wave its waters like a gentle song.

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The spark of my longing
lights the oil of my heart
and I, like a star, set it in the sky,
blow its sail, bid it farewell,
may it find its way to you.

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Like a whisper, like a dream,
like the water’s cool breath
you emanate from the heart of things,
like a dawn and tidal wave
you rise from the heart of me.

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The poet, cut from his connection with the earth, will simply die. Knowingly or not, it is this union he sings first and last.

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Poets are dangerous creatures, for they can be cut by a butterfly’s wing.

Free Verse # 161 (High on her forehead I lay my kiss)

Happiness ~
a flower blooming under countless stars
in the heart of the desert,
giving away at dawn.

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Your painterly hands wield me,
dip me in love’s ocean
then raise me,
a burning brush,
a rainbow of all colours,
with which you paint,
in subtle, endless strokes
the face of the earth.

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Like a flower which essence reveals itself to a single butterfly or bee—so your perfume, to me.

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My hands over your face pass
like the thawing winds of spring,
pregnant with new scents
revived from the womb of the earth.

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Her hair ~
dark wine flowing down
bare shoulders,
ripples of crimson fire,
of autumn leaves
blowing in the sky.

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The sun, moon, and stars she commands.
She points her finger, they swerve and bend.

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The wind carries to my bed
the shards of light
of a dawn blooming
just beyond the mountain,
and I drown
in the scent of you.

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High on her forehead
I lay my kiss,
at that spot where
the dream-wheel spins
and, like a spring charged
with eternal blossoms,
I burst under her skin.

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Each dawn
a white blossoming flower
I kiss from your lips,
ferment it inside of me
and, at dusk, pour it back into your mouth,
a honey burning softly.

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A warm body in night’s ocean
can only collect his moistness—
and we, united gently,
become his untamed ocean,
glitter with his stars.

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Your each kiss
ever more voraciously
feeds at my words,
eroding me into a sea of silence,
raising me, a full moon
in the ocean of your womb.

Free Verse # 160 (breathless surrender)

With a wreath of jasmine
and a scepter made of light
I crown you ~
ruler over my kingdom,
queen of my heart.

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Ever beautiful, your face,
like the first day of spring,
or the moment when dawn breaks.

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The whole repertoire of your smiles, I memorize,
recite them at dawn to the wandering wind.

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I strand your hair into watery verses
then scribe them into the sky

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Though boundless,
stretching beyond the stars,
no one knows of the ocean
pulsing between our hearts.

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…and if I am a poet, scattering poetry as fiery seeds—is it not to reap them from your body one day?—stars from your womb, jasmine flowers from the watery tree of your hair, sighs like red fruits burning in your eyes, dewdrops, with every dawn, forming on your lips…

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Let my poetic prowess crumble into dust.
I give it all up for one gaze from your eyes.

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I collect the night under my tongue and dare you to come release it…

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Revealed ~
the river of light pouring from your Eye
floods through my darkness,
painting my world bright.

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Patiently, through countless dawns
I honed my poetry
in the fires of my heart
to finally write with its starry tip
my passions and longings
into your skin and soul

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Your kiss ~
a fatal wound
trailing along my skin.

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Pullulating under my skin,
your love, a river of fire
constantly birthing me.

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The thoughts of you
gather around me like a storm,
hovering around me wherever I go,
licking me with lightning,
soaking me with rain.

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Come to me,
yield to me your flowers,
let me kiss them one by one,
setting them on fire
then planting them in the sky.

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With a touch of unbearable gentleness
I open you to the sky.

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Your absence ~
a thorn piercing through my heart,
its sorrowful tune whispering between my ribs,
fluttering on the silent wings of night.

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Our bed ~
the African Safari of hunter/hunted,
a nightsky drowning our union in its sea of stars,
a dawn burning in breathless surrender.

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…and if water be poured from your mouth to mine it would burn like alcohol, a meed fermented from the flowers of the sun…