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.

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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.