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
Rooted in Love 