Free Verse # 258 (worshipping her)

She reminisces
and the forest leaves sigh,
on the shore of night
the waves break white.


Each poem
into her hair I weave,
a star,
a white flower,
a birdsong rippling
through the dawn sky.


I held her into me
the way the moonlight holds
the wide open plane


One stroke
at a time painting her,
an ever flowing sea.


In his every touch
worshipping her,
the dew at dawn
caressing the earth.


Like a wild wave
in my embrace
she twists and turns,
frothing as she laps
the ribs of my silence,
the shore of eternity –
from that spray – poetry.


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