Free Verse # 302 (how music is made)

As for my life
it begins and ends
on the hidden curves
of her shore

~

Poem of fire
in her flesh weaving
the sun for a nest

~

Twined at the artery
that pumps fire
into the sun
our flesh shivers
as the seams of our skin
melt and merge,
oned, a being of light
exuding poetry.

~

Smearing her lips…
the nectar of a poem
bloomed in the sun

~

Photographer unkown
Photographer unkown

How music is made…
bodies entwined
like crescent moons,
their light quivering
the soul of the night.

~

Wearing her kiss…
one crescent moon
at a time

~

By my window
the candle flickers,
its whispered breaths
birds of fire
roaming the dark night,
their flaming wings
etching in the sky
the way leading you home
to me…

~

Photographer unknown
Photographer unknown

In her navel
the dewdrops of dawn
he gathers,
a fountain
of tender moss and milk
flowing
softer than the light.

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