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