Free Verse # 279 (searching for your eyes)

Like a dark bird
her hair flew into the night
its black wings folding
the entire world

~

Whiskey river
harnessing the night
and flowing,
a honey flood
of silent kisses and stars
carrying my boundless fire
to your hidden heart.

~

Cut deep into me
and have no mercy,
my heart (this red grape)
was forged to be crushed
on the altar of your love.

~

Every day mingling
a little hope and despair
into a love potion,
a winged verse,
a poem in a bottle,
in sea and sky set
searching for your eyes.

~

Dirt under her nails
and dust in her hair –
she has been gardening again,
cultivating her poem,
lost somewhere on the other side.

~

If I be an animal
then I am a poem,
shining in the darkness
of her solitary eyes.

~

Her touch cuts
into the water of the sea
and from the wounds
the gushing foam sings
with the molten blood of stars

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