Free Verse # 255 (bared by his touch)

They kissed
and she bled upon his lips
the agony of waiting


Waiting for a word
from her lovely lips
as the garden in snow
awaits a spring flower


Carnival of bliss –
aflame with passion
his fingers into her skin burning
the skin of poetry.


Sleeping with her name, a kiss tucked against my heart.


Take all that I am, beloved, until nothing but you remains.


The fragrance of her skin
like a bee I gather,
a nectar in my heart
to ferment into honey,
the fire of poetry.



In his touch
she longed to become,


Bared by his touch,
a flower in summer rain.


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