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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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.

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.