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.
Rooted in Love 