Free Verse # 289 (a wounded bird)

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.

Free Verse # 288 (he touched her heart)

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.

Prometheus Unbound

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.

Senryu # 118

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