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.

~

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

~

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

~

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

~

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

~

…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…

~

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

~

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

~

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

~

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.

~

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.

~

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

~

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

~

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

2 thoughts on “Free Verse # 160 (breathless surrender)

  1. “Let my poetic prowess crumble into dust.
    I give it all up for one gaze from your eyes.”
    …. your words are magic. Loved the Breathless Surrender.

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