Free Verse # 243 (an awakened breath)

At dawn she woke
And the hills were crying
For a touch of her feet

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A passing comet
In the shadow of her eyes,
Furrowing a fire
To spread through her skies.

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Words strung together, becoming poetry at the touch of her fingertips.

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All night long it rained
And I slept, half awake,
Feeling the rain
Kindling the fires
Raging in my flesh,
Cooling the wounds
Where her skin from mine
Was severed,
Where she should’ve been
Sleeping, like a dream curved.

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Though darkness covered her
She lay deeper still
Than the abyss of night,
A womb so deep
The oldest stars could not fathom,
Nor time on its hem sleep.

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Still waiting,
A closed bud
In the summer.

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Soaked in honeyed wine
Our souls shall it twine
This our silent kiss
Wrought with mirth and bliss
Come to rest with ease
Lay upon the breeze

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Our kiss
The language of fire
Raw in the volcano’s mouth

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She sighed as she slept
And her breath
Like a word of light
I felt against my neck,
Soaking through my vein
To melt in my heart,
And beat.

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Her silence wounded me deeper than the harshest word could.

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Like a prayer
I hold my lips against yours,
Burning coals and incense,
A silence so deep
Intoning our souls,
An awakened breath.

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All night long awake
Listening to the rain fall and fall,
Caressing in me a vague memory,
The scent of the earth
Embracing me like a womb.

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Touch her like the silence strokes the face of dawn.

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She lingers in me
As the breath of God
On the first day of creation

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As a ray of light
Falling through the clouds
This poem passes through my ribs
To dance on her face,
A red sun at twilight
Melting in the sea.

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All night long
Your voice bleeds into me,
Filling my heart with stars.
At dawn
From my lips it overflows,
The silence of the sky.

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My poem, a fragment in her boundless sea.

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My hair is a black forest, she said, teeming with ravens and bats; he looked and saw nothing but a dawn filled doves and silent waves of light.

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I touched her
The way the silence kisses
The white face of dawn

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The harmony of their unified breathing, a moon perched on the branch of dawn.

The Embrace

The sun at dusk
A bell ready to toll;
The stars
A heaving sea
Rippling infinite.
She held my hand,
A bird suddenly fled
Towards the rolling sky.
The garden curved and caved,
Now a womb, tightening,
Her flowers, thorns, and branches,
Her fragrant lips and insatiable mouth
Now lapping at our skin
As we around each other curled,
Two vines pressing their grapes,
The running sap licking the dry bones.
Time held his breath;
The river murmuring nearby
Stilled her voice.
Silence.
The womb grew so tight
And the sky bled, rent asunder.
Silence still.
So dark, eyes and stars snuffed,
Yet the darkness was bright,
Illuminated by the absence of light.
On the surface of the water a fish leapt,
A poem making her first appearance
Then sinking back into the abyss,
A world beneath the world.
The gates flung open
And the vortex whirled us in.
What was seen cannot be unseen.
Still, the sun red with all the blood in the world
Held itself in the sky, ready to toll.
And the abyss groaned and sighed,
Heaving a final piece of ancient mystery,
A watery moan in which flow was distilled
All the bright darkness of the underworld.
And the garden was a flower
Suckling on our shared breast,
Blooming in the hidden sky.

Free Verse # 242 (infernal honey)

I went fishing for the moon in the lake of her fragrant silence, but, instead, I got caught on the hook baited by her eyes.

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As two waves they met,
Colliding with such fury
That their very breaths
Burned into a lightning
Incinerating their flesh.

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His fingers
Rivers of stars
Combing her dark hair,
Softening them into a poem
Aflare in the night.

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Twilight,
Wounded silence
Bleeding from the eaves.

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His kiss to her brow fell
A winedrop from the dusk sky;
She closed her eyes
Feeling the warmth
Soak her through,
Plant her like a flower
In the garden of his heart.

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O Beloved,
Your kiss has left me shaking,
Burning to the core,
Melting away like a candle
Soon to be nothing at all.

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I am a roaming heartbeat,
A wave through the wilderness surging,
Aching to melt between your ribs,
Pulse once more in your heart,
Come home.

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I am water thirsting for her lips.

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For a fragment of her silence I’d sell all my poetry.

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All night long
You gather in my heart;
At dawn
The owl hoots,
The star falls to the sea,
In me you awaken,
The rising sun,
The song of eternity.

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On the wall of the night a moth shivering for your flame.

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He held her like the sky, infinitely gentle, holds the endless stars.

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Worshipful
His kiss,
His heart
A vessel of passion
Planted in her womb,
There to remain,
Forever.

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What of wine remains as this kiss
Your heart pours red in mine;
A pledge in the silent hour
Entwines your soul to mine.

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The sun on her lips a flower
And I a wild butterfly
Thirsting for infernal honey

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He wanted her to be a poem, not so he could write her, but so that he could live in her and she in him.

Free Verse # 241 (lost, and found)

Her skin
A river of vaporous sighs
Drunk with the memory
Of his lost touch,
Home.

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Like a ship at sea
They held each other,
Waves against their keel breaking
As they sailed,
Open to the sky.

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Her eyes,
Fangs injecting
Silence for a venom,
Its fever absolute.

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His hands a river
To perfection sculpting her,
The poem of dawn.

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May poetry be the balm which, applied to your lips, is then burned into my skin…

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She wanted him to envelop her
As the night devours all,
Be the womb in which she drowns,
Heady with an endless fall.

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His touch within her swelled
And night was a kiss
Embalming her whole

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Her perfume
In his flesh
A burning blade

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He kissed her
And the embers of his breath
Danced upon her tongue,
Travelled deeper
To fall in burning letters
Upon the mad pages of her heart.

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Her open thighs
A virginal womb
Wet from dawn’s embrace,
And he the sun god
Into her spilling
His river of lustful flames.

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Curving in his embrace,
In the welter of his heartbeats
Lost, and found,
A belonging deeper
Than the beginnings of time.

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His each touch
An eddy of stars
Whirling in her skin

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The fog upon my skin
A cool hand undressing in me
An ageless touch,
A flower older than time’s memory
Bathed in the waters
Of our sacred kiss.

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Moments in time,
A breath of dewdrops
Fading in the sun.

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A poem
Perched like the moon
On the shoulder of dawn

Free Verse # 240 (sifting her to the core)

His poem, a fragrant wisp curled around her neck.

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Your lips are made for smiling
And I swear, I swear,
Your tears I’ll kiss and kiss
Until each, along their supple curves,
Blossoms into a full moon,
Wetting them deep
With the white of ecstasy.

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One sensual stream
Hewn into two bodies
You and I,
Swirling serpentine
And frothing,
Droplets of pure lust,
A furnace of desire.

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From her dimples down low
To the nape of her neck
His poem
A welter of wild waves
Surging naked, feral,
Sifting her to the core,
From her womb shaking
Star and moan
And with burning fervour hurling them
Into the abyss of his soul,
Each to ripple a thousandfold
The desire which as one
Made them unfold.

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Damp upon my skin
The breath seeping from her lips,
A gray cloud, weeping.

Free Verse # 239 (an inescapable tyranny)

Into love’s forest let us flee
Just you and me;
Amid the burning trees
Letting our hearts run free;
Our flesh in coitus weeping
O eternity.

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Her lips trailing my skin
A vaporous stream of wine;
Her hair
A flow of fiery whips.

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Reading her in braille,
Each touch etching a fiery letter
In her womb to melt
And from her lips to flow,
A watery moan.

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She stood there
A pillar of smoke
Against the dusk sky,
Slowly fading
To become the silent presence,
The breath encompassing all of life.

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Travel as far as he can, her scent an inescapable tyranny.

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We touched
And all the words were lost,
Vanished like dew
In the vapour of our kiss,
Melted like lava
Along the curves
Of our merging limbs.

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Against your bare skin
Like a dark sun I quiver,
Burn parched with desire.

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So deep into the poem they sailed
They forgot she was wrought of words
And, lost in each other’s souls and bodies,
They quivered like a star, inaccessible to the world.

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In me I cradle her
As the sunlight holds the silence
In the very heart of dawn

Free Verse # 238 (a single embrace)

As winds howling through the wood
I feel you in my bones,
Through their hollows blowing
Flute notes so sweet
My limbs melt in mystic tones.

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From me to you
This arrow flies,
A drunk ray of sunlight,
A stream of velvet wine.

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Wet does it fall to my lips, the shadow of your kiss.

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The cusp of silence held in the parting of her lips.

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Slowly, gently,
Without even noticing it
She welled inside of me
As water in the dark earth.

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She breathed
And the leaves trembled,
The water leapt
From the womb of the earth,
From the clear sky
The soundless silence wept.

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Longing is the core of mystery.

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In the clutch of silence
My heart burned,
A flame seething
In the ineffable abyss
Of her presence.

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His kiss, a feast in her bones.

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Under my skin
She palpitates,
An earth breathing
The autumn winds.

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Through the night
Your voice travels to me
To fall like a wound on my skin

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Forged in love’s fire—every grain of my flesh belongs to you.

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Better than all the world’s poetry, a word from her lips.

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We sat there, wordless, contemplating each other’s faces until the whole world was gone and what was left was a single embrace.

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My poem with the curve of her lips and navel begins and ends.

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From your luminous face I drink like a cloud from the sky’s.

Free Verse # 237 (alone on the bridge)

Alone on the bridge,
The fog against my skin
A sigh for a long awaited kiss.

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The deeper the soul the greater the solitude.

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This silence,
Cumulus clouds
In the horizon of her eyes.

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They painted each other with the hues of a passion so rarely found in this buzzing world.

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This poem
In her eyes
A nimbus moon

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Remember her? For that, even if momentarily, I must forget her, but she is to my mind as salt in the sea.

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Fortunate to touch her and for a moment be what God is for all eternity.

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This poem
Born of a dewdrop
On the curve of her cheek

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Poetry the bond between my heart and hers.

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A voice
Trailing through the fog,
Its dew soaking
Leaf and stone,
Shivering a womb
With silence swelled.

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Again, on the shore of silence my heart breaks, a wave that strayed so far away from home.

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Still and silent
As the onset of twilight
My heart in her presence
A flower welcoming the sun