like two pieces of cloth
bound together from without,
but, like two colliding suns,
fused as one from within.
a poison slowly seeping through my veins,
overwhelming me with a fever
from which I cannot be revived.
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.
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.
Lips bruised on kissing for so long,
so deep, so achingly,
bruised and bleeding all the shades of want.
It’s a dance for us two; its music weaved by our hearts.
all my words falter
and break from within;
the ineffable embodied,
the eternal flame
shivering and swaying,
I became poetry the moment your lips quivered against mine.
You writhed under me and softened and melted until you became water, an ocean with a sun in its heart, and I sank, wholeheartedly.
Your eyes, the colour of a dusk sky spilling endless sighs.
Your tide swept into my heart and I let go, your waves carrying me ever deeper into the ocean of your soul.
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.
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
Mine, he whispers ~ Yours, she sighs.
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.
Hearing your voice, all the waiting stars are melted into the sun.
At dawn your breath entered the stillness of my heart and I became a garden exhaling the fragrance of your ecstasy.
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.
…and her hair wept like a willow over my face and chest, searing me with her jasmine scented tears.
I held you in my arms
like the sky holds the stars,
like the great ocean is held
by the earth’s gentle love.
…and the tall trees swayed like poems under the breezing gaze of her oceanic eyes.
I reached the highest summit
and there you stretched,
inside of me,
a tune dissolving me
into the sailing clouds.
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.
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.
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.