
Famished poem…
in the moonlight
her almond-flower skin
skyward heaving
a breathless sigh
Morning star…
in the eye of silence
a white flower
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By the old mill
the dying larva
became a butterfly
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First summer days…
how quickly life flows,
withering spring flower
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Casting her face
a cover over the world…
sun at dawn
Misted seas,
on dark wings
a lone bird flying…
no shore ahead
to echo his call
Honing the night
into a lightning of stars…
her dark eyebrows
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All the stars…
fireflies swarming
in the sea
of her eyes
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His touch
on her skin…
a forest in flames
Below her armpit,
on her ribcage
he engraved a poem
the stars alone can read,
only the silent lips of dawn.
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The swell
of their passion…
the nightsky rent
to a crumbling heap,
a liquid sea of stars.
Lowering her hips
onto his seething flame,
the lubricated pierce
rippling in waves
through their merging bodies
This breath…
a birdsong at dawn
between our lips
fluttering.
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Bird on the wire…
dewdrops of dawn
to your song falling
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Morning calm…
in the rising sun
huddling dewdrops
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Dreaming of days past…
stars rippling
the pond of night
Fluttering again…
autumn’s falling leaf
summer’s butterfly
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Graveyard poppies…
the dead’s laughter
reaching for the sky
I miss you bisi…
Salt to the sea,
silence to dawn,
bird on the wire
your song in your chest
you carry,
a feathered earth
pregnant with joy,
each moment bursting
with a liquid voice
celebrating life
in its humble simplicity.
Her face
in my winecup…
moon and stars
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Fading memories…
through the dark
the sigh of dewdrops
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In the silence of my heart
I seek and find you,
a whisper in the sky
To unlearn all my words,
become an adept
in the religion of her silence
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His touch
in her veins
volcanic lava,
a poem in her womb
swelling into a sun.
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Between us
space itself has turned flesh,
a thickness throbbing
with blood and fire.
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With poet-fingers
her breathes he weaved
into a scarf swelling
the womb of night –
when you inhale
it is her fragrance;
when you dream
it is her face.
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In her mouth
his kiss turns brine,
a thousand waves
frothing and rushing,
raging and lapping
the shores of her ache,
lusting for her wine.
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My heart
a wounded bird
deep in the forest
waiting for your call
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Blanketing her
with my heart,
a nocturnal sky
in her skin burning
a sea of poems and stars.
Alone with my thoughts…
bats flapping their wings
through the windless dark
The crescent moon I pluck
and with it comb her hair
into a forest of stars,
massage her body
into an intricate flow
of honey and milk,
a fervent white wine.
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My mouth in hers
longs to speak
the language
of a lightning-storm
caressing the earth,
or that of a jasmine
dropping her shadowed breath
like a dewdrop
into the moon’s white pond.
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As the rush
of pheromones in spring
your breath surrounds me,
honing me like a flame
rising to the sky.
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In her dark hair
night raged
like a black flower,
its pollen a sea of stars.
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Breezes playing
in the open field…
his hands on her skin
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He touched her heart
and her words fell
like leaves of autumn.
She offered him her silence,
his heartbeats and poems
on that altar he burned
transposing into her
the depth of his being,
his memory and all that in him
laid unborn, waiting.
Into what dark alley did you wander
Leaving me alone, my days to squander?
O my soul, in what darkness did you dwell
Stumbling alone against the black swell?
Yet the darkness itself your wings gathered,
Like rain through the ground your deeps it watered
And like dark wine cloistered in a cellar
In you fermented into pure fire.
Behold! The dark fueled you, you willed it to
Burn brighter and brighter, become in you
A sun relentlessly rolling to give
An anguished world a higher way to live.
All that remains…
a windswept field
combed by silence
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Every worded breath
a ship sailing
over misty seas
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Silent meadow…
night in my teacup
stars quivering
Swallowing
its own shadows…
light of her eyes
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His breath
against her lips
a perfect rhyme
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Ginger and rose
for a fiery throat…
crewing cock haiku
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Berries ripe-red…
the white moon
for her gown
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A comet’s
burning furrow…
her breath and mine
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Tucked away
inside her fragrance…
moon’s gentle light
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Setting the dance…
the flower’s red lips,
the bee’s hungry heart
Not a flower
to lull your head
dewdrop of the night,
from abyss to abyss
you roll and fall
Crushed
between their bodies
the sea of night,
its starry balm
staining their lust
Dawn breeze,
from my lips
a haiku
through flowers fluttering
on its way to you