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.

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