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…

~

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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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