Free Verse # 274 (the sea in nimble motion)

Like honey in hot tea
she melted into him,
becoming the blood
of his poetry.

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Like autumn leaves
my poems fall,
curled in the breath
of your eternal silence.

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His invisible touch
Envelopes her
As full of him
She arches,
Mad and quivering,
Birthing a sea of stars.

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Seared by loss,
knowing how fragile it all is,
with shaking hands
he held her kiss
and filled with the throb
of fear and awe
he wept in the rain.

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He longed for nothing more
than delving into the forests
of her dreaming eyes,
lose himself in the corridors
of their burning silence.

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She is the sea
in nimble motion,
burning rainbows
rolling out from her
in endless waves,
lashing the world mad
into sweet poetry.