Free Verse # 257 (this poem we are)

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.

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Kiss me
the way a dewdrop
into the ocean falls
in the silence of the night

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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.

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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

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2 thoughts on “Free Verse # 257 (this poem we are)

  1. 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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