Free Verse # 309 (give me everything)

Wrapping her lips
around his poem,
one verse at a time…

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She slept
as her breath
folded its wings
in the nook of his neck,
from this nest inhaling
the sustenance of life,
the water of dreams and love.

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Washed in your silence
I have become a lotus,
each white petal
flung open in praise
of your eternal sky.

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In the curve of her neck
my tired breath sleeps,
a bird in his nest,
a fire sobbing silently
in the deeps of the night,
sobbing into her flesh
the ache of my heart.

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Still moment of twilight,
her voice rising in waves,
coaxing, calling, sobbing,
laying her being as a question
on the door of the sky.

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Give me everything,
your tears,
scars,
pain,
loss,
love,
urgency,
fears,
doubts,
insecurities,
give me everything…

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His poem
a heart-shaped flower
pooling all her smiles

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He held her…
all the stars a puddle
in the crescent moon’s lap

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In her
all my rivers
converged
into a sea

On Gardening

Like water
through the soil
his hands into her
flowed
soaking her
to the bones,
uprooting
reviving
nurturing
seeding
pruning
grafting,
growing her
into a garden
burning with wild flowers,
an orchard heavy
with fruits of lust and joy,
birds of fire
circling her skin,
in her womb converging
to consume her whole.

To L

Free Verse # 308 (stealing her breath)

Autumn morning…
in the distance
smoke lulled
by the cool wind,
nearby
a farmer tills the field
as birds in the tree clamor,
behind the grove
a running stream murmurs
and I feel her in the air.

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Stargazing…
tracing the cosmos
in the deeps of her eyes

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Stealing her breath
his mouth became
the breather
keeping her alive…
…alive yet burning,
a flaming wing etching
the breadth of his sky.

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As the Phoenix
from our ashes we rise,
rebirthed again and again
on the altar of our love,
burning, a self-sustained fire
singing the whole sky.

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I wait for her
like a flower awaits
her inner light to burst

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Windless eve,
all my thoughts pooling
in puddles at her feet

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All his passion
a grape
cradled on her tongue
then crushed,
fire surging
down her throat,
flooding her veins,
incinerating her heart.

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One layer at a time
peeling the shadows
off her heart
while staying focused
on the light inside,
her radiance,
her dawn.

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In waves she rushed
back and forth,
and he waited for her
receiving her
with the patience
of the wide open shore.

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On her lips
he polished his breaths,
honed her tongue
to a lightning of stars.

Eternal Feast of Light

All my poems
pooled into her skin
filling her to saturation
then flowed,
outward,
inward,
decanting her in my heart,
there to live,
there to grow,
there to burn as my art,
there to become
my secret breath and thought,
a poem made of fire,
the ground that sustains
the cycle of life,
the sky where divine messengers
go to dwell and hold
the eternal feast of light.

Free Verse # 307 (holding her close)

Touching her
she knew
what it is to walk
through flame,
be born of fire.

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One breath
to fill her;
one breath
to pour all my heat
into her bloodstream;
one breath
to make her womb quiver
gushing out her core
in streams.

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He loved it
when their eyes met
and conversed,
two birds chirping
in mid sky,
from branch to branch
flying,
singing love
pure and high.

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Photographer, Benjamin Cosson
Photographer, Benjamin Cosson

Moon through the window…
a sea of poetry
aglow in her skin

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He stole her breath
sighing in her ear:
now your breath
lives in me,
kissing me is the way
for you to breathe.

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Scrubbing her skin
with salt and lemon,
preparing the feast

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Winding endless
through her curves
the fragrant trail
leading him home

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Tracing poems…
her skin a nightsky
pouring with stars

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Five favorite things:
the sun in her smile,
the sky in her laughter,
dawn in her eyes,
the river of her hair,
the aroma of her skin.
One more, one more,
the thunder when her breath
from her silent lips rolls.

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This poem
a wick,
flaming
as it touches
the shiver
of her breath,
burning
as the wax
of our bodies
melts,
joined,
soldered,
a delicious
mess.

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Listening to her
one silent breath
at a time,
sipping her words,
her presence,
her eyes,
through them plunging
into the deeps
of her ocean heart.

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His breath
in her skin…
a garden
of wild flowers

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Ever so full
her wax and wane
in the sea of his heart

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Holding her close…
closer than a heartbeat
to a beating heart

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Touching her core
a moan on her lips forms,
an erotic flower
weaved of dark wine,
hot in her need
to have him sip,
drink it whole.

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On the shore of dawn
her whispering lips
unfold my heart