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.
Rooted in Love 