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…

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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.

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Rhyming with her breath,
the last flicker of a syllable
dissolving in her fragrance,
an ashen echo growing verdant
once more in her flesh.

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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.

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Of love’s taste she knew
the macerated ache
between their lips

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Reflecting from her skin
light seeps a liquid red,
a flow of wine filling
earth and sky,
flooding through her pores
in burning rhymes.

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Silence
between us…
a bridge of stars

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Breathless silence
between our lips…
dewing clouds of stars

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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.

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