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.
Though soft and luring,
Her eyes, the lofty highlands
Of the peregrine
Whose golden feathers, burning,
Make the air their poetry.
Still as the dawn breeze –
The poem his lips breathe
Awakens her soul.
And suddenly the wistful wind swept through,
Shook from his sky the stars and drops of dew.
Like a scythe it cut the wheat from his past,
Seared him with ache, for what? he wished he knew.
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.
On her flesh remained
The imprint of his touch,
Burned in by a force
Greater than life and fate.
Though time over her flowed
Like a wild, roaring river,
His scent in her remained,
Growing, changing, maturing.
Like a garden of white flowers
It spread over her skin,
Weaved into her heart
The poem that’ll remain forever…his.
So rich in water was his soul
she wanted to drown in him
and never again to be found.
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Cradled in his heart she slept
As though she were lost, and found,
In the deeps of an ancient, magical forest
That held the secrets of life and death.
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.
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!
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.
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.
Her lips on my skin –
A butterfly of stars reaping
Honeyed words of light.
Betrothed to the night –
Her body the white canvas
Where troubadours play.
Below audible –
His breath against her neck shakes
The stars from her soul.
Her siren song
Enchanted the stars
And left them stranded
On her shore.
Now
The stars
That the night unfolds
All shine from her eyes.
As I live I write –
A spider in the moonlight
Weaving her lone web.
Striking to the roots of lost years
His kiss awakened her desire
To be loved so deeply, so fully,
The universe became a sun
Burning in her womb.
At twilight
I place my kiss
Upon the sun’s lips
And send it down
To where you live;
At dawn
May she kiss your forehead,
Breathe me into you.
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.
Dirge of silence,
Waves of a troubled sea
Beneath a gray sky.
Rooted in Love 