Swirling against my lips,
the hot clouds of coffee
reminding me of your breath.
~
Though the earth
at which my roots suckle
is the wide open sky
I live anchored like a tree,
arms stretched open
in perpetual exaltation
and leaves imbibing
the pure light.
In this endless love
I died.
~
Each flower a wick
and I
a forest of dark desires
waiting to be lit
by the fire in your eyes
~
Hecatomb of desire,
her vaporous breath
in night’s womb
shivers the stars
into a frenzied fall,
one by one doused
in the river of her flesh.
~
Lluvia at the edge of dawn,
your silent kiss hovering
over the parched dunes of my face.
~
Your thunder roars
in the early morning hours
crashing like untamed waves
over my ribs and face,
I wake,
my heart beating
with the ferocity of a lion
and my mind awake and shining
like the dawn of your face.
Rooted in Love 