She Feels Him

She feels him
and her bones ache,
melt into rivers of fire
flowing for his shore,
screaming with ecstasy
like a poem finally touching
the heart of the unknown,
a candle in prostration lit
to a dissolving shiver
on the altar of his passion,
the sea of his soul.

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Free Verse # 299 (breadmaking)

From her navel
the sun and moon
rise and set,
stars seep and flood
filling the world
with the galactic simmers
of naked poetry.

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Making bread
their bodies
pressed into each other
in an ineffable union,
flesh kneading flesh
in an ecstatic motion,
restlessly breaking deeper,
shedding, merging, opening
until the moon
from their full womb rose,
white waters flooding
through the world,
gentle waves of heat
bringing the world’s jasmine
to a pure, simple blossoming.

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Crush me with a whisper
softer than the light;
heal me with a touch
deeper than the night.

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Sips of wisdom..
her lips the chalice
of eternal wine

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The summer breeze
through her hair wafting…
autumn in the air

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I sleep as the candle
sobs silently,
this vigilant creature
praying in hushed breaths,
in the air setting
a flutter of burning wings
covering me with the fragrance
of the one I love,
soaking into my dreams
her immemorial call.

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Neither fog nor darkness
nor even blind eyes
can taint her image,
her clarity in my soul
burns brighter than any sun.

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If I find time to write
it is because your eyes
give this ink its light

Free Verse # 298 (surrender…)

His touch
a comet trailing
through her aching skin,
its sprinkled embers
singing her soul
with melting hues of want,
shivering her like a flame
in the hearth of poetry.

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Sweeping through him,
A whirlwind
Scattering his words
High in the sky,
A full moon
Reducing him to silence
In the contemplation
Of her eyes

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Surrender…
a voice in my heart whispered,
then all the universe became
the shadow of her smile.

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Her smile
is made of a fire
distilling the essence
of his poetry

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What am I?
Longing made balm
and filled with a boundless ache
to rub and dissolve
in the fiery surf
of her moon-weaved skin.

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I live at the tip of a fountain
constantly flowing
from the radiance of her smile

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…وجهها
،يا حلم في قلبي نام واستفاق
،شمس نارها تكوي الأحزان
،نور شعاعه يحيي الألوان
حياة نبضها في القلب قلب
.أوسع من الحياة

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A vein to the heart,
a river to the sea,
continually we touch
wherever we move or rush,
feeding from each other’s blood,
living in eternity.

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I need you
the way darkness needs the light
to discover its own heart,
the immeasurable space
where it moves and throbs
creating endless galaxies.

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Bring me to the silence
Of a moment in your heart

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Night in her eyes…
a sea of stars whirling
the life in my heart

Queen of Flow

More than her sexiness
and sensual appeal
it was her light
that attracted him,
the deep receptiveness of her heart
that surged through her face
like a moon filling the sky,
the aura of her being
overtaking him
like the waters of the sea
call out the sailing ship,
opening him to the horizons
of eternity.

Queen of Flow by Freydoon Rassouli
Queen of Flow by Freydoon Rassouli

Free Verse # 297 (leading him, leading her, home.)

She is his web,
Weaved of secret breaths
In the deeps of his soul,
Of star shadows
And twilight shawls
The world has never known.
His web…

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He loved feeling her in darkness
for the stars in endless clusters
in her skin under his fingers glowed,
leading him, leading her, home.

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…but love is different, it makes a heart whole and takes it home.

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In her most solitary hour
She found him in her
Naturally glowing
Like a moon in the sky,
Claiming her like an offering
On the altar of love.

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All the rivers of his life
converging in a poem…
rose of her cheeks

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He touches her heart
and suddenly
existence is all lips
fastened to her skin,
lush curves of fire
grazing, smoking, drinking,
decanting her in him.

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His hand in hers
as her voice
in his ear falls
soft as a star
in night’s meadow sighing
breathless words of light

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He gathered the night
in her dark hair
as the river of stars
down her skin poured,
breasts aglow like moons
in his shadowy sea of lust.

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Waking up,
The salt of her dreams
In my eyes burning,
In the darkness two souls
Merged into one.

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Between her words
I find myself
Scattered like dewdrops
Amid the breaths of dawn

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He unraveled her
the way silence
unfolds the dawn
and home became a breath
in her chest
rising and falling
to the rhythm of his soul