Free Verse # 171 (this love)

This love,
every moment
a flower blossoming in your hair.
This love,
ecstasy brooding silently
in the deep pools of your eyes.

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Free falling into me
my voice envelops you
like a wet veil of dreams,
inside of you echoes,
each ripple
a vision of ecstasy
burning deep…

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…and when the day ends
laying into me his whole weight
longing inside of me yells
with an incredible ache
to melt in your embrace…

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Let my whispers serenade you,
a leaf lulled in the autumn wind
and falling to my palms.

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Whilst you sleep
my words like fireflies
gather over your head,
steal into your breath,
your murmuring blood,
and weave me into your dreams.

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This breath leaving my chest
shall gather from the flowers their scents
and, with dawn’s first light, kiss your face,
breathe them into you.

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Your touch wields the secret of the birth of the stars.

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My eyes open at dawn
and your name like a butterfly
leaves my thirsty mouth
and goes on fluttering
through the flowers of longing
blossoming in the red sky
suckling their wild nectar
and bringing back
to my parched tongue
and burning blood
the scared and sweet
taste of you…

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Nothing is more profound than a well placed kiss.

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Here, my love, sink your teeth and draw your sustenance, feed your brazen want on my spirit and blood, on my breath and heat.

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Kissing her pomegranate cheeks
under the silent moon and stars,
her whole body
like the flower of passion
blossoms in his arms.

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I be your enchanted forest, you enter me and never come back.

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What is your kiss if not an absolution, a libation that cleanses the soul from the inside out.

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My breath
charged with the surge of a thousand suns
shall swirl around your neck
rooting you, in me.

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Your Kiss

All night long your kiss
slowly soaks into my lips,
deeper still than the moon
in the womb of night.
At dawn from within my skin it buds,
a garden of white jasmines
soaking in the dewdrops infused
with the scent of your womb.

Free Verse # 170 (closer and closer)

Arch over me like the dome of heaven
on a cloudless summer night,
your stars burning into my skin
as we are soldered into one.

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My poems may be seeds.
They’ll bloom only
at the feel of your breath,
their spring.

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This poem I set
as a bird in the air,
may it find the dawn
blooming on your lips,
and thus its nest, home.

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Your breath through me blows
like the winds of autumn
stirring a vague longing
to a kiss that dissolved
both our bodies
into an endless sea

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Not like lightning,
ecstatic yet ephemeral,
Did your kiss fall into my being,
But slowly and deeply
To my roots did it soak
Like water in a parched earth,
Awakening the seeds of longing
Into a white blossoming spring
And a song fragrantly rising
Like water flowing
Down into your endless sea.

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Drunk on my solitude I wandered,
a moon roaming ever deeper in the night,
a wolf prowling after the ribbons of your scent,
howling his tune.

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I be Odysseus descending
into the darkest pits of your soul,
your most hidden and feverish desires,
thereby claiming your highest heaven
as my kingdom, my home.

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A triangle,
The setting sun
At the far edge of the sea
Reflects your face,
Brings you home to me.

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When I think of you, in my heart it rains.

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The stars burning in my chest
rotating around my heart
are but the motions and echoes
of your inner world,
its secrets and sighs.

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Closer and closer, our lips,
and as they merge,
one breath billowing in our chests,
our hearts’ mystic waters spill,
one inner world painted
by this divine wine,
for brush, our burning tongues,
for canvas, our flesh from within.

Haiku # 65

Colourful butterfly

On the rusty gate lock,

Old, old house.

Haiku # 64

Too cold a night
Left the lake frozen,
Pale the moon at dawn.

Ecstatic Unity

It rolls and falls off my lips,
my being’s essence condensed
in a honeyed drop of poetry,
and your tongue, extended,
receives it eagerly,
as then from behind
the crystal surface of your eyes
a thousand flame-tongues
flick and turn
eyeing me fervently,
your body
a fiery-serpent’s swaying motion
maddened as it hisses and moves
over me, held and guided into me,
bared fangs churning
with poetry’s honeyed venom
ardent for the bite, spill, and suckle
of blood and milk and honey and wine
spinning us in a divine dance
of fainted bodies soldered in ecstatic unity.

Fusion

I search the world, all I see
Are the eyes of poetry
With mine gazing inwardly,
World and I one mystery.

Free Verse # 169 (burning out of existence)

My words
like autumnal leaves
have fled the trees of my heart,
leaving behind the echoes of a wind
blowing amid the bare poems of love.

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Pilgrim birds-
my words were bound
to live in my chest for a little while
and then, journeying back, homeward,
to return to your heart.

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Your breath ~
my poem’s colour
and inner vitality.

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I curl upon myself
as in my mother’s womb,
& when the touch of your light
makes me stretch out & bloom
from my belly rises the sweetest tune.

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This longing
which ties the world
between the lovers’ bodies
drowns it in a river
of ineffable silence.

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Like an abyss of stars
she came over me,
her mouth an oasis of silence
burning with the infinite waters of life.

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Caravan of convulsions,
each, a wave of stars
rushing under your skin.

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This love,
a wound that never again shall mend;
this love,
a crescent moon overflowing
with the still water of dawn.

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To claim you
from the depth of my soul,
as the dawn claims the earth
from the endless depth of night.

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Her breasts,
protruding like the white
flowery branches of a spring tree,
their far edge holding out
two red fruits,
fragrant and glistening.

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Touching her cheek tenderly
with the back of my hand
her eyes close
and I feel her plunging
underneath the waves
of a tumultuous warm sea.

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Press into me
as the crescent moon gently melts
into the curve of the nightsky

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Like a blanket of dreams
Budding with endless stars
Lay me over you,
Soaked into your skin
I blossom like a dawn
Each star a white flower.

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My poems adorning your body as the stars the nightsky.

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The scent of pine
wafted on the dawn breeze
from a nearby forest
mingled with the jasmine breath
of your dark hair
and covered me like a dream.

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From your dimples down low
up to the nape of your neck
an ocean stretches –
still waters,
wild currents,
tumultuous waves.

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Burning out of existence
With a sigh of ecstasy, my poems,
Autumn leaves falling into the fire
Which our love in your womb has lit.

Ruba’i # 11

Ripe again for philosophy, O heart,
In the rising sun did your frost depart
And thaw into little streams, cool and clear,
Flowing through life’s sea, singing, purest art.

Free Verse # 168 (and the fires of hell burned in her eyes)

…and the fires of hell burned in her eyes.

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The desert sands best know the water’s taste.

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There be one limitless thing in this world, the sky, and it stretches between the corners of your eyes.

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I pin you with the softest things of all, my breath, my heartbeat, my thought.

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My words, in the glow of your presence, burn and vanish.

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The night
which soothes tired eyes
brings no rest to my soul
which must wander amid stars
in search of my beloved.

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Though spring in the air sings,
Quiet the bird, perched on the branch.

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Inhaling her scent
the garden becomes a honeycomb,
each flower tilting heavy and drunk
with honeyed-wine.

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Utter loneliness-
In her mother’s cold bosom
An autumn leaf sighs.

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Deep grows the night
As for her I wait
And when the moon
Tolls the dome of heavens
Stars begin to weep in my heart

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The moon at dawn,
a transparent world
soaking in a stillness so deep
melts inside out…

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Your tears,
stars falling to my pillow,
and there, throughout the night,
lingering, deeply soaking,
at dawn blooming,
a garden in my heart.

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I caught you in my breath,
a poem weaved of stillness,
of a dawn bloomed in my heart.

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Let your waiting
be a song,
like that of a bird
at the outskirts of dawn.

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Lay me into you softly, gently,
as the sun lays her breath
on the still face of dawn.

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Is your breath billowing
outside or inside of me, love?
I can no longer tell,
nor can my eyes map
the edges of my reality.

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Where the wild things grow,
there, in your heart,
I’ll let my poem flow.

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My poem –
the wind sifting through your hair
on an early spring morn.

The Snowflakes

The snowflakes,
ultimate wanderers,
from conception to melting,
from birth to dissolving,
are already home,
dancing the joy of birth and death.

Her Full Moon Face

A deep inhalation
she takes from her cigarette,
and in her slow, tortuous exhale,
the colours of my lust
and the shades of my soul
find themselves painted
in the seeping of the wet smoke.
The smoke vanishes and her face
like a full moon glows.

Tanka # 7

Now the old house
A prey to time’s ruin,
Yet in the autumn wind
Swirling a desolate dance
Their voices echo still.

Senryu # 16

In my hamlet,
lost amid hills and valleys,
at one with the earth.

Free Verse # 167 (and I sailed far away)

Place your lips against mine
and play my mouth like a flute,
your tune and breath
quivering every fibre of my being,
every hair of my soul.

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Night melts between my palms
into a river of dark wine
seething with stars.
This overflowing cup
I lift to your lips.
Drink, be drunk.

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My diary of dreams,
a fluid flow of stars
shifting and churning and frothing
in the depth of your eyes.

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There is no pinning you down,
no piercing into your essence,
no possessing you;
you are the ocean
ever breaking me-
wider, deeper,
into you.

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Blowing from the east
the wind carries
the embers of your dawn,
impassioned kisses
she soaks into my eyelids,
rousing me, gently,
to pray…

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A kiss
that pulls your heart
down from its roots
and hurls you,
mindlessly,
as a wave of intense heat
into your lover’s flesh.

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My heartbeats ~
The wings of a hummingbird
Approaching your lips.

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To the breath of your fire
I am drawn, shivering,
like grains of wheat budding tongues
to receive the endless flow
of your burning wine.

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Mystic waters
shimmering liquid
under the crystal
surface of your eyes
and I, lost in meditation,
become a firebird-heart.

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Your scent invaded my dreams,
crowned the dome of my night
with your nocturnal flower.

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Like a forest of wild fire she burned,
and his touch made her fiery tongues shoot out
to lick the whole sky.

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Sailing through the womb
of your endless sea,
the froth left behind
is our poetry.

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Her eyes glimmer
like a black forest
with white jasmines
scattered here and there
like stars in the fur of night

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She tempted me,
like the sea tempts
the natural born sailor
to meet the unknown
over immense waters.
She tempted me,
and I sailed far away.

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Catching the flame’s breath
the moth recognizes her fate,
and so I, sensing your scent,
the gaze in your eyes,
feel the fire bud in my veins.

Senryu # 15

the passion
of a thousand suns
brooding in her eyes

Senryu # 14

gathering tighter
the bats in the sky–
a crowd of sorrows

Senryu # 13

curl into me
as the crescent moon
curls into the sky

Free Verse # 166 (commanded by your eyes)

I search for you inside of me
as the night searches
for his own reflection
between the fallen stars

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…where her naked foot touched the earth, a dawn sprouted.

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You be the fiery abyss
into which I throw my heart.
Consume it into ash and dust.
From my deepest depth,
bind me, into you.

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When night dances on your lips
stars bud in my mouth
and fill with the infinite ache
to return and be submerged
in the womb that gave them birth

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My poems gather
like a pack of wolves,
my heart, the alpha male,
commanded by your eyes.

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You happened in my heart
as the dew soaks at dawn
the skin of the earth,
silently, invisibly,
without intent or thought.

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There’s nothing left
for you to occupy,
you are the perfect circle
inside of which
the formless takes form,
dies and is reborn.

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Promised land?
Your body
stretching under me
as a sea of milk and stars.

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Two lightning bolts meeting in mid-air, our kiss.

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The sea of absence
A heaving desert,
Its scorching dunes
violent waves breaking
Against our tender bodies,
Etching love’s burning fragrance
Into our weeping skin.