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.
To feast on your skin is to savour,
with each bite and sip,
all the delights of the earth.
Wells up in my heart
and I rise.
When I finally
Break through the sky
Like a night-flower
In the heaven
Of your eyes.
and it all faded,
the world entire
became a dewdrop
vanishing inside the petals
of your rosy smile.
Lacerated by your absence
each breath and quiver of soul
sinks into me like a knife.
My inkwell has dried. In its hollow burns ancient memories.
Your face, like a dewdrop on morning’s cheek, has faded into a distant memory.
In a single kiss we harnessed the energy of the stars.
At your touch
every fiber of my being
trembles with desire.
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.
As a branch shoots out from the tree’s limb my whole life becomes the embodiment of this feeling I have for you.
This poetry –
Dawn in red waves
Washing over your body,
The moment of dusk
Inside your eyes breaking
Into night’s endless stars.
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.
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.
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,
Hewed on her collarbones then planted in her skin, my poetry.
…and what is poetry if not the mixing and weaving of secret whispers and shadows into tapestries adorned by flowers and stars.
The lover is the being at whose touch our soul billows wide as the sea.
Ever tenderly, ever silently let me burn — a star in your eyes.
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.
hunted in the wildest forests,
over the most dangerous steeps,
I lay at your feet.