Cradled

My arms,
a crescent moon cradling you into me,
curling you as a flower along my spine,
bathing you in a warmth so deep
your eyes weep secrets as you sleep,
your breasts becoming the fountains
of a land evergreen,
the pink well between your thighs
a spring of such waters
that bird and tree
from all over the land
come to bathe, drink, and give thanks.
Cradled, inside of me.

Free Verse # 178 (her smile)

Crowded by the echoes of your thunderous silence my eyes became the homeland of your brilliant stars.

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At the billowing waters of your belly, the fluid altar stone, I placed my poem like a star, bid it to fly home.

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Helpless, I fell into her eyes, and flowers became my skin’s bloom as stars night’s sky.

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As into ancient scriptures I delved into your eyes, each word a mystic flower soaked in burning wine.

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Opulent fields of desire. Each poppy overfull to a bursting calligraphy writ on the sky, blood red, a tapestry of sighs hushed mad with want.

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My heart, a night of endless stars blanketing you, each lit freckle seared into your skin, a melting moan, a wet dream, a hushed sigh.

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Her smile disrobing the sun and moon from their grace and glory.

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My soul is churning with a wine so sweet
That heaven herself its froth she covets

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One by one, the twigs of your sorrow I broke, and the scent wafted from their marrow burned with purity.

Free Verse # 177 (my eyes were filled with stars)

You stepped into me and I, like a famished star, stepped into the sun, my skin inside her walls collapsing.

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My breath wrapped around your neck like the silken light of the moon shall be the adornment of your soul.

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All I ever sought I found within the garden of your skin, its fountains of honey and milk.

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It dims and dims, your song, but it never fades, and the fainter it grows the greater my agony.

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The agony of her face which fades and fades but never vanishes. The paler it grows the deeper its burn in the flesh of my madness.

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Nothing remains. Even mountains are bound to fall like autumn leaves into the eternal mist.

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Her curves, flowing rivers eager to stream into the ocean of me.

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Dawn, the onslaught of the stars by the rising sun; the stars be your freckles, the sun, my heart.

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Night, for so long was his camp laid amid the walls of my heart that my stars were snuffed one by one.

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Through your eyes I gaze into the eyes of the world.

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Lyrical madness—what of sanity remains let us sow amid the stars.

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The poem we wrote we hung like a painting above our bed; then, one day as we slept, the painting fell, and we woke up amid its waves.

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Your voice through the mist came cool and chill like the last wave of autumn carrying me into winter’s heart.

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In your snow-thawed stream I wash my soiled wings.

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Stars burned like sacrificial tears on the altar of sorrow.

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I set my words in a winged flight, a pilgrimage coursing through dunes and stars seeking for her womb.

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My existence sings to yours from the deepest oceans of my heart, and together we fly, bound by love.

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Many a wordsmith I’ve met, a blacksmith of the legions of the heart, but never one came close to the burning artistry of her fluid hand, of her tongue made of stars.

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I roamed existence, a stranger, until the day I kissed your skin, my lips growing moist on the earth that birthed me.

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Like a storm of silence your breath blew over me; when the waters receded my eyes were filled with stars.

Free Verse # 176 (ecplipsing the sun)

In the reflection of dawn’s light gathering inside my palms I behold the image of your face.

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Time grew heavy on my heart since your face, like a bird, departed to the clouds.

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In every woman I meet I seek for your scent.

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I gave in to your lips which burn like fervent wine. Now a wound bearing the shape of your smile crowns my surging heart.

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When poetry like a lion roars our heart from its cage is torn to flutter in pure heights.

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Like the verdant branch of spring my breath brushed against your lips, charged with a warm fragrance, and promising bliss.

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Your each freckle I kiss into a burning star then chart its endless rotation with a burning poem inscribed into your skin.

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A shooting star falling into your oceanic eyes; I rose again from the dawn of thine sky, a flame burning brilliant in your breath and sigh.

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Unseen until your eyes stroked the hem of my skin, pierced into my chest like a bolt of lightning incinerating my heart.

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The metaphoric ferocity of your beauty melts the strongest poet into a slow burning.

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Her heart, seeping through her gaze, was touching me, caressing me in endless waves, and it felt like a sun had dawned deep inside.

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…and the flower which I long yearned to inhale I found blossoming on your lips.

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Even the sun is eclipsed when touched by her rays.

Free Verse # 175 (her words kissed my mouth)

Like the sun at dusk
my poem died on your lips
then rose again from your womb,
a white crown over my sky,
a full moon.

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There is a poem burning
on the tip of my tongue;
only you can pluck it with your mouth,
suckle its fire into your aching blood.

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I touched her heart
and like a spring that too long
loomed on the edge of winter
she suddenly collapsed
into the most exuberant blossom.

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The poetry spilled on white sheets after a long night of lovemaking.

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Black as the night, her hair. From each curl a river of stars flows.

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As the sun sets
into the melting sea
so will my poem sink
down under into your womb
to be kneaded from your lips,
a full moan, the moon.

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In the silence of the night
my soul kissed you
and our kiss became the dawn
pouring into the sky.

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Each poem
inside your mouth I flick
like a whip of lightning,
burning down your throat
a river of stars,
my wine seeding you.

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As the warm winds of spring
brush against the cold lips of winter
awakening the sleeping dreams
so my breath in your soul
awakens all your dormant seeds

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Our fingers touched, and through the fields of eternity thunder rolled, shaking the heavens into a shower of stars.

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Your mouth
nestled against my neck
flicking endless hymns,
marking them, red…

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Making poetry utter the death of the beloved, her absence (hallucinating her presence), subsisting on crumbs awaiting the fullness of her lips.

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Life tempts me; I take the bait; I collapse and fall, wounding myself, breaking my bones; I swear, I swear, never again, no more—yet life tempts me, once more.

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Some poems, like silent prayers, can only be uttered in one’s heart, will only be read in the light of the moon.

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Her words kissed my mouth like a honeyed moon.

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The dawn is bloomed, but your skin and my skin weep under different skies.

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Love is but a single moment (a thunderbolt, an earthquake) to which all of eternity (past and future: a ring) is but a single deepening reverberation.

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You are the story which, breath in, breath out, unfolds itself in my blood.

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As you open your eyes the poem I wrote into the light of dawn shall sing itself inside of you.

To the Muse

With eyes closed, blind,
I sip at your unknown wine,
and the taste fiery and sweet
burns in my mouth,
murmurs in my blood.
I open my eyes
and the ribbons of your breath
are already permeating my world
with the colours of your soul,
the heat of your flesh,
bringing to a strange exuberance
all things that touch and stroke
my yearning senses,
my bleeding heart.
A sunlike kiss
is starting to form on my lips,
a kiss into which is poured
the fires of my soul,
a kiss birthed to worship your skin,
your lips to adore.

Free Verse # 174 (all the delights of the earth)

Like a flower in my mouth it grows, your name,
and when the night is finally here it blossoms,
from within its outstretched petals a sun rising.

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To feast on your skin is to savour,
with each bite and sip,
all the delights of the earth.

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Poetry’s water
Wells up in my heart
and I rise.
When I finally
Break through the sky
I blossom
Like a night-flower
In the heaven
Of your eyes.

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You smiled
and it all faded,
the world entire
became a dewdrop
vanishing inside the petals
of your rosy smile.

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Lacerated by your absence
each breath and quiver of soul
sinks into me like a knife.

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My inkwell has dried. In its hollow burns ancient memories.

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Your face, like a dewdrop on morning’s cheek, has faded into a distant memory.

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In a single kiss we harnessed the energy of the stars.

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At your touch
every fiber of my being
trembles with desire.

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Our hearts beating in unison
was the music to which we danced,
the cadence to which our poetry burned
exuding light into the farthest star.

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As a branch shoots out from the tree’s limb my whole life becomes the embodiment of this feeling I have for you.

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This poetry –
Dawn in red waves
Washing over your body,
The moment of dusk
Inside your eyes breaking
Into night’s endless stars.

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I came to you with my heart poured into poetry’s chalice; may you raise it to your lips and consecrate my essence in your dark depths so I can suckle it once more, milk, wine, and honey.

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As on the soft flesh of the earth
tender white flowers grow on her skin.
I, like the morning birds,
each day come to suckle and weave poetry.

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Since time immemorial
I have listened to your breath
billow in my ears
as the wind whispers
in ancient forests,
its scarlet secrets
hushed into my blood,
seared into my soul’s mist,
its poetry.

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Hewed on her collarbones then planted in her skin, my poetry.

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…and what is poetry if not the mixing and weaving of secret whispers and shadows into tapestries adorned by flowers and stars.

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The lover is the being at whose touch our soul billows wide as the sea.

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Ever tenderly, ever silently let me burn — a star in your eyes.

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I harness dawn into a poem
then I break it over your skin.
In red waves it dances
replenishing the wells of your passion
with the water of my heart.

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This poem,
hunted in the wildest forests,
over the most dangerous steeps,
I lay at your feet.

Free Verse # 173 (her oceanic eyes)

Not sewed,
like two pieces of cloth
bound together from without,
but, like two colliding suns,
fused as one from within.

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Your kiss,
a poison slowly seeping through my veins,
overwhelming me with a fever
from which I cannot be revived.

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I sip you slowly like old wine
to feel you rise through my body,
a wave of melting warmth,
a torrential flood of desire replete with joy.

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Sipping on hot coffee
while listening to the rain.
Ah, would that the cup were the red of your lips,
and the coffee the poetry flowing from within.

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Lips bruised on kissing for so long,
so deep, so achingly,
bruised and bleeding all the shades of want.

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It’s a dance for us two; its music weaved by our hearts.

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Describing you,
all my words falter
and break from within;
the ineffable embodied,
the eternal flame
shivering and swaying,
you…

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I became poetry the moment your lips quivered against mine.

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You writhed under me and softened and melted until you became water, an ocean with a sun in its heart, and I sank, wholeheartedly.

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Your eyes, the colour of a dusk sky spilling endless sighs.

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Your tide swept into my heart and I let go, your waves carrying me ever deeper into the ocean of your soul.

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I stood before the ocean
as the night waxed thick,
its waves, dark & tremendous,
singing your name,
between my ribs a hymn
to your absence.

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From the moon’s silver rays
I forged you like a blade
then I plunged you into me,
grew you from my earth,
a tree swaying
on my endless shore

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Mine, he whispers ~ Yours, she sighs.

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Like a ripe fig
I take your mouth in mine,
breaking it open,
releasing from between
its full crimson lips
its endless tide of stars.

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Hearing your voice, all the waiting stars are melted into the sun.

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At dawn your breath entered the stillness of my heart and I became a garden exhaling the fragrance of your ecstasy.

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With poetry for scythe
And crescent moon
Like blades of wheat
I shall reap your sighs,
Make sacred the bread
For our feasts and nights.

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…and her hair wept like a willow over my face and chest, searing me with her jasmine scented tears.

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I held you in my arms
like the sky holds the stars,
like the great ocean is held
by the earth’s gentle love.

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…and the tall trees swayed like poems under the breezing gaze of her oceanic eyes.

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I reached the highest summit
and there you stretched,
under me,
above me,
inside of me,
a tune dissolving me
into the sailing clouds.

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Like two birds we sing to each other,
and our songs echo to and fro
over oceans, mountains, and valleys,
through the eternal hallways of time.

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I wanted to write her into existence
and for that she had to invade every fiber of my soul,
imbue my essence with her scent.

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Slowly,
under the steady warmth of my touch,
your pale skin ripened into a fragrant red,
its pulp pulsating lush and deep
with the sweetest honeydrops and hymns.

In Night’s Immensity

The immense night
and its endless waves of stars
I forged into a single pearl
which I placed in your mouth,
gently on your shivering tongue,
then I kissed you,
hard, and slow, and deep I kissed you,
and the pearl in your womb exploded,
the night entire a ferocious ocean of stars
flooding under your skin,
weeping from your every pore,
your overheated flesh melting into me
and crying, stars like fiery tongues
from inside your body rising
to sear night’s poetry into my skin,
claim me from your darkest depths, one…

Free Verse # 172 (inscribed in her flesh, the etymology of desire)

Inscribed in her flesh, the etymology of desire.

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Like lightning this longing tears at my skin, incinerating me, from within.

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Our love
a cocoon of fire
enveloping our weeping flesh
as our bodies,
extinguished in one another,
sail deeper and deeper
into the mystery.

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Charred and black,
a charcoal,
yet you touched me,
and lo! Like a red moon
I glowed in the heart of night,
dawn’s breath scattering my ash
into the depth of your wet flesh,
soaking deep, forever, inside of you…

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A summer-sun, my heart. Allow it into your wintery garden and in the thaw let us make love, our each sigh and moan a flower blossoming red.

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Dionysus in my blood burns, and my poems like bolts of lightning fall over the earth and sky invoking the maenads.

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The lover inhabits a sphere of light revolving outside the bounds of time and history. Let the world live or die, what matters it to him.

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Like shooting stars
my poems fall extinguished
into the abyss of your eyes.

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Your face,
a summer dream
melting inside of me,
a river of infinite warmth
pouring into my heart…

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teasing each poem
slowly from under your skin,
to squeeze it, like a grape,
into my cup,
then offer it back,
red and warm,
to your lips…

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Hot and dark, a steaming bowl of coffee,
Together we burned, one soldered body.

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“Kiss me silent and take my breath,”
In my ear she hushed, sweetest death.

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pressing each poem
like a seed under your skin
so that, as we kiss,
each will alight
like a star in heaven’s womb,
a white jasmine
in the garden of the moon…

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You are my seventh day, every day.

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A river of delicious silence flows under your tongue and my thirsty mouth is maddened by its song.

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I spin like a star
inside the gravity
of your burning world,
breathless at all times,
melted to the marrow
in the gentleness
of your touch.

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Your silent yearnings
Burn in my blood,
So when I write it is you
Who rains in my heart.

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Silently in my heart it burns, the kiss you once laid.

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a whisper
like a butterfly
between our hearts flutters,
its fiery wings dripping
honeyed drops of wine.

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The benediction of your kiss ~
a citrus sun to melt into my blood
the fires of your bliss.

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Soft as a butterfly’s wings
your lips stroke my skin,
and that touch
charged with a thousand suns
melts me from within.