Free Verse # 193 (from the eastern sky)

My tongue,
over your primitive soil,
a flesh-cloud
bursting with fiery rain,
each droplet inscribing
a ripple of ecstasy.

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The oceans of joy
In a grain of pure sadness,
Inside a dark thorn
The white garden of dawn.

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Your love
like solar blood
flows through my veins,
pumping through my heart
the thunder of your voice,
bolts of poetry.

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I open and embrace you
as the sky embraces the sun
after a long night,
thus I become your song,
the effulgence of your sight.

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Blossoming
the tree transfigures the garden
as you, in my heart,
birth me as pure light.

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Permeating the air
the nectar of your skin;
the sun, the moon,
and all the stars
at the bank of heaven
stoop down to drink.

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Her skin,
the gauze silk of the moon
draping the whole sky.

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Your ineffable breath
overtakes me
as though I were
a dawn flower,
then I blossom,
then I sigh,
my passionate nectar
smearing the whole sky.

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Into the mist
and over the endless sea
my poems
a pilgrimage of birds
thirsty for the flesh
of your eternity.

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Heady from gazing at the stars,
Each, in your skin,
A freckled poème.

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All the lights twinkling
Over the far away hills,
Stars unfolding
In the wells of your eyes.

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From the eastern sky
it spills,
the voice of dawn,
gentle and serene,
awakening the garden
sleeping amid the hills.

Free Verse # 192 (unfurling white)

Imprinted in my heart
Her lips, on the first dawn of spring,
Unfurling into a white flower.

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Sleep has fled
The fountain of my eyes,
For your love
Inside them has poured
The waters of your stars,
The shivering kiss
Of your poetry.

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My flesh
an open wound
and your kiss
a citrus sun
burning me to my core.

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Flirtatious
like the morning sun
bathing in the streams
of flower-scents and birdsongs
her kiss awakens the world,
brings its senses to a wholesome burn.

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Both
the wound
and the fire
which sears it
– your kiss.

Free Verse # 191 (your eternal sky)

Silent as the moon in an autumn sky
Her scent through his soul breezed, a melting sigh

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His lips,
a dewed dawn
reading her skin,
an earth
under his sky unfolding,
lush and pure.

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As the last rays
of a fading sun
I hold on to you,
and then you pull me
down under
into your radiant realm
where dawn is everlasting,
love, ever pure.

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Your voice
like the first buddings of spring
wanders through my skin.

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Shared skin, shared breath,
we become the full moon
with neither beginning nor end.

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In our shared silence
my skin becomes transparent,
then the rays of your dawn paint me anew,
a jasmine flower,
an ecstatic birdsong,
a poem wandering
through your eternal sky.

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Raw with poetry’s kiss
Around each other twined,
A pillar of pure fire
Uniting earth and sky.

Pillar of Fire

Torn Open

An outcast from his very own abode
He wandered, alone, the world’s dusty road;
Deprived from the joys which made his heart beat
Morose grew his face, with gray clouds replete.

Yet little did he know this was still youth,
A growing and maturing that in truth
Would one day bring him from a hallowed height
Back to a childhood glowing with pure might.

A fountain of irrepressible birth
Would his heart become as it churns out mirth,
And the lackluster thorns lodged in his skin
Blossoming wildly, their petals a grin.

The simple things would he enjoy again,
Fluttering lightly, free of the old bane,
And gliding as a flower on life’s streams
His laugh bursting through being and its seams.