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.
Month: July 2015
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.
~
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.
~
Crush me with a whisper
softer than the light;
heal me with a touch
deeper than the night.
~
Sips of wisdom..
her lips the chalice
of eternal wine
~
The summer breeze
through her hair wafting…
autumn in the air
~
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.
~
Neither fog nor darkness
nor even blind eyes
can taint her image,
her clarity in my soul
burns brighter than any sun.
~
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.
~
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
~
Surrender…
a voice in my heart whispered,
then all the universe became
the shadow of her smile.
~
Her smile
is made of a fire
distilling the essence
of his poetry
~
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.
~
I live at the tip of a fountain
constantly flowing
from the radiance of her smile
~
…وجهها
،يا حلم في قلبي نام واستفاق
،شمس نارها تكوي الأحزان
،نور شعاعه يحيي الألوان
حياة نبضها في القلب قلب
.أوسع من الحياة
~
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.
~
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.
~
Bring me to the silence
Of a moment in your heart
~
Night in her eyes…
a sea of stars whirling
the life in my heart
Senryu # 123
Silent joy of now…
a full moon whirling,
dervish in the sky
Haiku # 225
Quick to fade…
in the grey of dawn
the sigh of dewdrops
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.
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…
~
He loved feeling her in darkness
for the stars in endless clusters
in her skin under his fingers glowed,
leading him, leading her, home.
~
…but love is different, it makes a heart whole and takes it home.
~
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.
~
All the rivers of his life
converging in a poem…
rose of her cheeks
~
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.
~
His hand in hers
as her voice
in his ear falls
soft as a star
in night’s meadow sighing
breathless words of light
~
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.
~
Waking up,
The salt of her dreams
In my eyes burning,
In the darkness two souls
Merged into one.
~
Between her words
I find myself
Scattered like dewdrops
Amid the breaths of dawn
~
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
In Her Womb, His Soul
He was an ocean;
At his very fragrance
Her skin pulsed,
Her body melted into itself
Like a candle
Wanting to be engulfed;
A poem returning home,
Drowned, freed,
In this sweetest of all slaveries
Finally discovering
The reason her heartbeats
Pulsed so wild and passionate
Ever since she was born,
Beating with the taste
Of his salt on her lips,
In her womb, his soul.
Haiku # 224
Haiku…
few words,
a whole sky
Free Verse # 296 (touching her in forgotten places)
Enveloping her skin
light becomes a fragrance,
a mystic cloud of desire,
wisps of smoke
charged with dewdrops
invading the ether,
pheromones scattered
soaking the green earth
and calling, calling him…
~
In every poem I glimpse her
as she weaves herself in me,
breath, blood, and flame
subsumed into her essence,
a river in her sea.
~
Rhyming with her breath,
the last flicker of a syllable
dissolving in her fragrance,
an ashen echo growing verdant
once more in her flesh.
~
Of sentience
what does she now know?
He touched her
and his touch
reduced her
to a shivering flame
scattering moans and sighs
as she dances singing
his wild name.
~
Of love’s taste she knew
the macerated ache
between their lips
~
Reflecting from her skin
light seeps a liquid red,
a flow of wine filling
earth and sky,
flooding through her pores
in burning rhymes.
~
Silence
between us…
a bridge of stars
~
Breathless silence
between our lips…
dewing clouds of stars
~
He touches her
in forgotten places
and stardust scatters
gathering in clouds
then turning into nebulas
in her skin birthing
a cosmos of love,
poems in endless waves
lapping at her heart,
shivering her womb
for the lava of his lust.
Haiku # 223
Autumn leaves…
the silent fall
of yesterday’s dreams
~
This poem-bird at dawn
weaving a song-thread
leading from me to you
Letter July 18, 2015
Long enough, longer than I can remember I have been writing you, a poem whirling a full circle in the sanctity of your womb. And now I realize, with each flick of pen it is you who have been pouring through me, pouring me into you, back into the essence. Now I realize how writing you I was poured out of myself and into your river, decanted in your ocean until nothing of me was left, until my body was no more than the husk of its former self, now a chalice overpouring with the glory of your waters, your radiance, your love. Love, lead me to the bewildered center and there root me, in you, unhinge me from myself, a cloud losing itself in its sky-passion, a poem singed by your fated sigh.
Free Verse # 295 (I will love her)
Her skin is not a surface
but an atmosphere, an ether
where his visions unfold
weaving his heart
wider than the sky,
where his desires rush
like poems in endless waves
lapping her body
and birthing her
from his flesh, his soul.
~
At her touch
a fool again,
a poet-clown painting
rainbows in the sky.
~
I will love her
like a mad poet loves
to the ashen end and beyond
where the poem again rises,
a phoenix from the ash,
a full moon from night’s flesh,
a heart beating
beyond the point of death
~
New moon,
in your shadow I rise again,
a fountain spilling poetry,
a balm of myrrh and jasmine
fit only for her skin.
~
Reading her lips,
this poem’s balm
along their curves melting,
inflaming a want
parched yet oozing,
burst open like a red fig.
~
In his lap
her naked body,
the artistry of a union
rolling like a river,
a wild current frothing
an eloquence of breaths
rhyming with the stars.
~
Trail of leaves…
each a star
burning in her dreams
Free Verse # 294 (Sur les rives de ses lèvres)
Sur les rives
de ses lèvres
le murmure des eaux
d’un éternel poème
~
Coursing for his earth
her limbs moved
as waters amid the hills,
supple in their flow
like a flock of birds circling
the sun at twilight.
~
Her shoulders…
two hills clad white
with dawn’s breath,
their softness a poem
marinated in silence.
~
No more to life
than a breath
shared in dawn’s nest
~
Rolling down her neck
his sigh of dewdrops,
the scatter of dawn
in his breath sowing
all the flowers in one.
~
We danced…
two fireflies
courting a flame,
our kiss, our death…
~
وحيد كزهرة
لم تجد في هذا العالم
الا كتف الليل
لتتكىء عليه
وتهمس في قلبه
طهر أنفاسها
~
Between us
the ebb and flow of a sea
larger than life itself,
charged with more stars
than the cosmos could fathom,
stiller than dawn itself
~
,الفجر يحييني
في رحم السماء
,لا أرى سوى عينيها
ضياء يغمرني
,كقبلة من ماء
وها أمامي العالم ينبثق
كطائر فينيق
.من نار أشعارها
Haiku # 222
Every breath
a haiku,
flower at dawn
~
Again I pass…
through the dark trees
the fog of autumn
Free Verse # 293 (the fountain of all life)
روحي بروحها امتزجت
كذوبان الملح في البحر
فلم يبق مني ومنها
إلا صوت السكون في الفجر
وضوء فوق موج الخلق يتلألأ
نافحاً الحب في البشر
~
Her breath
dawn’s fragrance
on my parched lips,
a rain of dew waking
the flowers in my heart.
~
As it burns
the flame whispers
of your skin and mine
mingled and merged,
into dawn burning
the fervency of one.
~
Circling him
as he lays over her,
with every exchanged breath
opening deeper and leading him
to the fountain of all life.
~
My heart
a forest of hollowed bones;
the passing wind
plays each like a flute,
its tune a jasmine-voice
strumming the world’s harp.
~
She slept
and all through the night
his voice into her dripped,
dewdrops soaking her skin
and heaving,
a sea of ecstasy
aching to be filled
~
Pure sunrise…
her eyes a radiance
free from sadness
~
Cursed be the poet…
a white fragrance seeps
from his shadowy voice
~
Poetry without words…
our kiss dissolving
all metaphors into wine
~
Where am I?
In the whiff of your fragrance
Like a moth inside a flame
All sense of direction is lost,
And place is placelessness.
Tanka # 45
Dusk falls
and the voices fade,
all that remains
your fragrance
and the sky.
Haiku # 221
Green beginnings…
flown down stream
a dry leaf
remembering
Tanka # 44
The dark waves fall,
my voice a lone bird
shaking his wet wings
and over the black reef
flying for home
Haiku # 220
Amid fallow hills
the river of dusk…
fading birdcalls
~
In a dark tree
a wounded bird
sings his last song
~
Why linger
when you can fade…
leaf in the sky
~
On my pillow
a flower’s lost fragrance…
thick cover of night
~
A moment’s solace…
the trees dancing
with the evening wind
~
In the glow of sunset
my heart alone travels
a ship without sails
Rooted in Love 