Free Verse # 305 (sown in his earth)

Breathless passion,
words like flames
into the night weeping
a heart gone wild
on the altar of her skin.


Her skin
the shuddering sea,
and I
ever the mariner
longing for eternity.


He touched her
and she knew
she was a being of fire,
the linings of her skin
burning blades weaving
the ether into a vortex
of voracious sin.


Photographer unknown
Photographer unknown

Sown in his earth
his profusion
in her gathered
the elements of her skin,
his breath
in her igniting
a life of poetry.


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