Like birds at twilight my thoughts to you flock,
Their clamors like stars waving your each lock
And falling, myriads, showering your skin
With the sighs of a heart in your love burnin’.
Month: August 2014
Senryu # 60
Calm eye of the dawn,
Folded in the wings of love
Each breath a flower.
Of Memory
In her dark curls a lifetime flows
Steeped in a joy so deep it glows
Like stars thick in the summer sky
Each a laugh and a burning sigh
Black Hole
As if an endless pain heaved
All in red is deeply seared,
The flame that burns, eats her whole,
Leaves no flesh nor bone nor soul.
Ruba’i # 22
What is it worth this short life of ours
If the sun breaks not in darkened hours?
If a breath is not allowed our hearts
How are we to shatter the bleak towers?
Senryu # 59
Settling twilight,
Over the earth a song plays
Stirring the stars’ dust.
Senryu # 58
Cradle of passion,
Our soldered bodies melting,
House of flame and love.
Ruba’i # 21
Her silence taught him what his books could not,
In his heart unraveled every knot
And laid him bare like a pond in the sun,
In her halcyon eyes forever caught.
Senryu # 57
The sky at twilight —
An upturned bowl of silence
Pouring fervent wine.
Lovers’ Poetry
His poetry spilled crimson to her skin
As Dionysus held a feast therein.
The horizon dimmed and she closed her eyes
Feeling her swamped core ever wildly spin.
Breathless and warm she awakened to find
His eyes caressing her, loving and kind.
Embracing so close, their poem a sky,
Their fingers like roots eternally twined.
Ruba’i # 20
On this windless eve where stars are sleeping
Your voice comes to me and gently seeping
Awakens each wish asleep in my breast,
Fills it with a yearning for you, bleeding.
Free Verse # 234 (my wild poetry she tames)
My each poem a bee
gathering the nectar
from your flowering pores,
between our lips
fermenting them
into a honeyed kiss,
Dionysian ecstasy.
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Words create a thirst in me that only your lips can slake.
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A pulse so deep it soaks me to my bones, from within my pillow your heartbeat calling me home.
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Whittling the sky
into a dress
fit to touch your skin,
wear you like a poem
soaked in the light
of heaven’s precious tears.
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I never become so full as when you touch me, and my overflow becomes the silence that fills the night with stars, the dawn with flowers.
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No matter how rich
alone it does not flower.
My poetry is the skin
that blossoms at your touch.
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I be the waves of dawn
lapping at your skin,
softly in your womb rising
to fill you from within.
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He bound the river with his verse, then wrote it in her heart.
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In the sway of her hips
my wild poetry she tames;
in the rouge of her kiss
my world she ignites in flames.
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Droplets of silence
from the starry eaves,
in my heart her name.
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She was the ocean
where all the rivers
of his life converged,
and he worshiped her
so fully, so deeply,
his heart on her altar burned…
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Free like the wind, our being together, yet rooted like a tree in the womb of the earth.
Haiku # 99
Rustic silence,
the breeze at dawn
whispering your name.
Free Verse # 233 (in the shadow of your kiss)
Washed in
from the ocean core
in a seacave I found
the pearl of longing.
Smashing it inside
its dust shaped my heart
into your beating face.
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In my calm inside you glow, the moon in the lake of dawn.
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I live as I write for her whose lifethread and mine were ever weaved as one.
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On the altar of his silence
she broke like a wave,
frothing white
the fumes of poetry,
the blood cries of the moon.
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A treasure, each shared moment; a world evoked in each breath, each simple touch.
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Seascape poem in her eyes, a painting beholding the endless sky.
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Her perfume is the silence that fills my heart with God.
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In the shadow of your kiss
My heart blossomed lush and green,
Steeped in the flow of this bliss
Dawn from your face spilled serene.
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Her dark hair smelled of the incense of the stars.
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Poets are posthumous flowers hanging from the branches of trees growing in the sky.
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Her breaths
rake my silence
into a poem
weaved of ache
Haiku # 98
Crepuscular calm,
a lone bird flying
trying to find home.
Haiku 97
Moonflow melting
into the bay of dawn,
her face.
Haiku # 96
First birdsong
at the edge of dawn,
in the pond the moon.
My Love For You
There
by the side of the mountain
where the trees in silence grow
I have planted my love for you,
scattered it amidst the flowers
and in the streams to flow,
whispered it into the birds’ ears
and like a carpet of dreams laid it
at dawn and dusk to glow.
And now as I return
to the homeland of my heart
I feel it in the air,
surrounding me everywhere,
billowing inside of me
like an ancient dream come real,
in my flesh a primal seed
now become tree and leaf and fruit,
a tune so faint and deep
soaking the world to its core,
becoming the void and emptiness
where life itself takes form.
Free Verse # 232 (the other sky)
The back of his fingers
caressing her cheek
course, slowly,
to tug her hair behind her ear
then fall gently to her neck,
pulling her into him
to melt her in a kiss.
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Silently
below her skin
his touch quivers,
in the house of love
a divine poem unfolds.
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To know you as the wind knows the curve of the sky.
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His intimate gaze
swept over her
as though it were a twilight
blanketing the sky
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Pure as a wilderness untouched by man their love grew, white, pristine.
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Off the shore of dawn
a ship in the water,
my heart and yours sailing
to the other sky.
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My poem
a weave of silence,
a gauze,
through it one can gaze
into the deeps of her eyes,
the ocean of her heart,
her each curve a flower,
her each breath a sky.
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Her body an ocean, a continent, and I a sailor, a traveller, ever roaming the curves of her water and land, lost in her sky.
Senryu # 56
River of passion,
Dusk between our lips flowing,
Merging with the night.
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Reeling silently –
A moth in the flame burning,
His kiss in her heart.
Rooted in Love 