Free Verse # 199 (our bonded flesh)

Her heart be the inkwell
where he dips his pen,
scribing her soul
in burning letters
sailing amid the stars.


Words, heartbeats, breaths – the same,
All from this infinite love are born,
All imbued with her name.


With civil incivility I bar my door, above it placing a poem writ in words of wonder; he who chants it, enters.


To love with such depth
that even the inner tenacity
of iron and rock is but a fable
compared with our bonded flesh.


Like a piano
Her flesh unfurls itself
Under his fingers,
Each stroke a note
Rippling through her waters
And into the air rising,
A music that
Makes the whole world dance.

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