Free Verse # 246 (enwombed by her dawn)

touching her
becomes a fire,
along her skin
a thousand dawns
burning all at once.


Dawn, the silence in my heart a riot whispering her name.


as a cloud stroking the sky
her breath in my veins


Poetry, this silent breath pervading my heart.


The ashen face of silence,
to grow like a flower
enwombed by her dawn.


No more words to carry my silence to the shores of your dawn.


The silence
in my veins tracing
a hidden path


This silent window
between your heart and mine
has crumbled
to become the dawn sky

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