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

~

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.

~

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.

~

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

2 thoughts on “Free Verse # 164 (white-jasmined-moans)

  1. Absolutely amazing. I love how you kept this alive for so long and painted so many stunning pictures with your words. I look forward to reading more from you.
    Keep Inspiring

    Like

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