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

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