Free Verse # 304 (setting her free)

One stroke
at a time
curling her limbs,
inward, outward,
burning her,
molding her,
painting her,
writing her,
at last in me
binding her,
setting her free.


Winding streets
to nowhere…
solitary hearts


Trailing his skin,
her lips in sickle moons
etching the night…


Photographer unknown
Photographer unknown

All these words,
passion spilled
in burning dewdrops,
soliloquys I keep weaving
in the folds of her flesh,
in the cosmos of her skin
nebulas giving birth.


If she be honey
it is because he gathered
all the flowers’ nectar
in the labyrinth of her heart


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