Free Verse # 208 (how could escape you?)

How could I escape you? – you whose breath is to my skin what water is to life.

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The fires of hell
into your cup I’ll pour,
with the waters of heaven
wash your naked soul.

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With the thirst of a desert that hasn’t seen a drop of rain in a hundred years I ache for you.

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Between your soul and mine
poetry, in an eternal migration,
ripples the whole sky.

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I am a poet whose feather drinks from his own blood, goes on scribbling, but all it manages to paint is your face in the sky.

Free Verse # 207 (drunk on love’s potion)

In the auburn glow
Of her blood stained kiss
All his poems melted
Into vaporous rivers
And coursed, sighing,
To her infinite womb.

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Sweetest lethargy!
Drunk on love’s potion, they sank,
Blissful, ecstatic,
Aware of nothing except
How their bodies merged and wept.

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He laid anchor in her heart
Thinking it was an eternal port,
But lo! it was an ocean
Wider than the sky.

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Etched with his tongue
His words were sown in her like seeds.
After the long winter,
In the arms of spring,
The seeds awakened
And she became his song.

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From her wild breasts
He drew sustenance,
Sun, air, water, earth,
As over her he grew like a tree
That now reached for eternal skies.

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The world a ripe star
crushed between their bodies,
its white, burning wine
covering the great sky.

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I am made of longing, and every whisper my soul heaves cuts a little deeper into the fire that I am.

Her Soft Ferocity

The lioness –
at the flick of her red hair
whole forests burn to the ground.

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Prancing tigress –
her pheromones etched into the air
billow like a moan, ancient, primal,
burning the sun in her own heat,
melting the clouds in their own tears.

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Leonine finesse –
She wore beauty for a mane
Making the ocean froth,
The night ooze its stars
Into the earth’s aching womb.

A Toast

O the romanticism that folded me in nature’s arms as one of its green leaves! O how beautiful and pure that love! How it overflowed with a dream of endless possibilities! Oblivious of death, awakened to life as though it were an ocean with neither beginning nor end, how my petals unfolded, laughing, as though I were a flower welcoming the morning sun! hungering to drink from her boundless flow! How beautiful was life! and her breasts which folded me!—A toast to childhood and new beginnings!

Free Verse # 206 (he loved her…before they met)

In the sway of her hips
the winds and oceans
does she command.

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The stars of the night
I curl into a poem,
Pour it in her heart.

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Before his kiss
her flesh grew invisible,
the thrust of its flame
like a fiery spear
palpitating in her heart.

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Her beauty seemed to bestow a favor upon the world, placing it in a debt it could only repay by unfolding itself like a garden at her feet.

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He loved her so deeply she became interwoven into the very fabric of his flesh.

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He gazed in her eyes and fell in love with the dawn that glowed inside.

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He touched her
and he lost sight
of shore and bank,
the ocean billowed endless
as love’s wind blew his sail.

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Washed into the tide of your silence my eyes opened and suddenly, as if for the first time, I saw the stars, each, a poem, each, a song.

Poetics of Desire

Her moans
In endless droplets
Pooled into his body,
Flooding like a river,
Waves under his skin frothing
– the poetics of desire.

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His each kiss
seared a dancing star
into the water of her flesh.
Midnight, and lo!
like a sun from his altar she rose,
her rapture flooding
night’s dreamy womb,
breaking the white pearl
on the shore of desire.

Free Verse # 205 (the poet alone stands)

In the billows of your love
Each poem a paper boat
Subsumed into your core

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My gaze through your ocean-eyes sails,
a vessel through far away horizons wandering
only to vanish and return no more.

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Her hair
A garden of wild flames
Flicking through the air

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Her body was written in a script only the stars and flowers could understand.

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Even as the great mountain and the infinite sea, the poet alone stands and alone he weaves his dance.

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You nurture yourself
on that which consumes you?
Be thirsty yet drink fire?
O love, your taste
inverted the world’s symmetry,
poisoned reason with sweet desire.

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Bares she her skin for the moon
And lo! The verses inscribed therein
By the poet’s passionate lips
Suddenly glow, revealed,
A frothing sea of love.

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From over the sea
The zephyr carries your voice,
Flowers enclosing
The salt of immemorial waves
Blossom inside of me.

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As waves
Birthed from the womb
Of the endless sea
His poems
Coursed along her skin,
Intricately weaving
The tapestry of his breath,
His skin.

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I touched you
and like a wildflower
my scent filled the earth and sky,
luring the sun to come down, like a bee,
and suckle at my sweet honey.

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Pulsing in her eyes
The deep stillness of the woods –
Music in rivers
Calm, serene – blooms of a dawn
Hexing the soul of poesy.

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O beloved,
Bury your lightning
Like a blade into me,
Carving my heart
With the echo
Of your passion,
Burning my soil
Into your volcanic dream.

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The outcry of his passion
weaved into ribbons
of desert heat
swirling in endless eddies
the oceans of her bare shoulders and neck.

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Embark!
Though the waves
Of this passion
Swell high and deep.
Embark!
For at the ocean’s heart awaits
The port of eternity.

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Dionysus in her cheeks
And I, an empty cup,
Eager to fill with poetry.