Free Verse # 222 (midnight circle)

Like dewdrops happen
In the womb of the parched earth –
She happened in me.


Midnight circle –
the full moon vanishing
in the well of her eyes.


Dreams steeped in the mists of longing.


Ripe and dark
My poem is a fig
Hungering to break
On the fullness of her lips


My poem
Like a seabreeze
In her hair dances,
Against her bare skin.


Her love
Runs deeper in me
Than life itself.
This body
Shall one day die;
My love for her
Shall remain,
as the sea, as the sky,


Gratitude is an opening of the heart that paints the world white.

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