As a sailor at sea
he read the imprints of her skin,
each freckle a star
in his ear whispering:
‘this sea is your home.’
~
Her body
A garden soaked
In the kiss of spring
And my fingers
Bees fluttering
From flower to flower,
Gathering her nectar,
The mead of poetry.
~
His heartbeats
on her collarbones hewn,
dewdrops of poetry,
droplets of a sun
at dawn raining.
~
Kiss me
the way a dewdrop
into the ocean falls
in the silence of the night
~
Our meeting place,
a hidden wood
which trees are forged
from the fires of our longing –
our exchanged breaths
in our chests weeping
like wild tender flames,
lightnings igniting
the oceans inside,
a flame becoming the womb
birthing our oned bodies,
this poem we are.
~
Burn,
a candle at dawn praying,
her flame dancing
in breathless surrender.
~
The fire of love
Within me burns
Reducing me to ash
At the feet of the Beloved
Rooted in Love 
This is the most beautiful poem I have ever read. You have achieved something here that reflects the economy of words of Japanese verse and infusing it with a universe of emotion. The kind of poem one wishes is about you.
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How lovely that my words are read and appreciated by souls like yours. Thank you, Jennifer.
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