Free Verse # 247 (hecatomb of desire)

Reaping my sighs
on the altar on her absence,
sharp the moon’s sickle
in the sea of dawn.

~

Hecatomb of desire,
caught in her scent
a thousand flowers
melting to the floor.

~

The sea at dawn,
a peaceful child
lulled on the bosom
of his tender mother.

~

In the garden
where silence
is flower and fruit
for her I wait,
my heart against her lips
weeping to be the dawning sun,
the cup of sacred wine.

~

Dawn’s breathless shiver,
upon my cheeks
the dew of silence.

~

Wielding your breath
as though it were a flame
you burned all my poems
then into the ash wept
a sacred tear and lo!
my heart in dawn’s sky
a secret garden.

~

Under his fingers
her skin quivered
as the surface of the sea,
leaving him drenched
in salt and foam
and a yearning to sail
for eternity.

~

Drenched in his breath
the layers of her heart
he slowly peeled,
revealing the silence
vibrant at the core
of fluxing life.

~

The gray of dawn was an ashen cloak beneath which she hid a thousand burning suns.

~

Thirsting for your sea ~ my dewdrop heart.

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