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.

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