Free Verse # 212 (your name on my lips)

Your name
A flower on my lips
Every dawn sighing
The sweetest poetry.

~

A snowflake
in your breath thawing;
a dewdrop
soaked into your skin;
a flower
from your lips sighing;
then silence,
the flow from your eyes.

~

I wanted to be alone but you touched me and I no longer knew what lays outside of me.

~

Filled to overflow
with the waters of this love –
like an earth whose lips
for too long drank
from the sorrowing sky
then burst into bloom –
every nook and cleft
in the garden of my skin
has a song to sing,
a flower to lay
on the sacred altar
of your bubbling womb.

~

I loved my winters for they taught me what it is to burn and become flame.

~

Thus we sank
tangled in bliss,
our limbs coated,
soaked to the core
with poetry.

~

No longer a stranger
amid the trees of your forest,
like the fire-bird that flew back to the sun
I am one with the life that in you dwells.

~

Drunk
The flower of the night
From having sipped at your scent;
The sky
A whirlpool of stars
Heady with desire.

~

This poem
I lay upon the sky’s eyelids
as they close;
opening
the poem will be a flower
brimming with endless stars,
each a kiss eager to melt
in the wellsprings of your eyes.

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