Plume of shadow…
inking the night
into her aching skin,
poetry in fervent waves,
stars in lashing whips.
Month: September 2015
Letter, September 29, 2015
I write poetry, but in truth all I do is gather your fragrances like mist over a lake. All I do is hunt for the breaths that have since long left your lips and harness them into bundles of words. And in the process I turn into a moth whose being has disintegrated in the fire of your flame. Thus, I inhabit the ether of your fire, unlocking the secret that birthed life and all the stars.
Haiku # 239
Where do you go?
tired heart creeping,
firefly in the night
Haiku # 238
Silence the dark…
in the sea of night
a firefly
Haiku # 237
Willow by a stream
soaked red with leaves…
the wind alone speaks
Haiku # 236
Autumn’s dying light…
on my window a bird
singing her name
Free Verse # 318 (skin on skin)
Under my tongue
her honeyed kiss,
a succulent poem
melting all day, all night,
filling my veins
with her solar fire,
the throb of her want.
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His hands on her body…
rivers of lava
flooding her secret wells,
in moans and fevered breaths
carrying her heartbeats,
seeds of poetry.
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Skin on skin
the hand of night
merging them,
two souls bare,
revealed to their core,
their molten flesh
a river flooding
the sea night,
a hidden dawn,
a nebula of stars.
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All my poems…
dewdrops whispered
on her lips at dawn
Haiku # 235
They come in
to fade…
birds of summer
Haiku # 234
All that remains…
on an autumn eve
the sigh of dewdrops
Tanka # 57
Breathless interlude…
kissing as the stars
one by one fade,
falling to the pond
on the edge of dawn.
Haiku # 233
They all leave
without a trace…
leaves of autumn
~
Jasmine tea…
alone I drink
the hues of dusk
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…شاي الياسمين
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Her fragrant warmth…
vapour of tea
in autumn sunset
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Jasmine scent at dusk…
I felt her fragrance
beneath my skin
Free Verse # 317 (no words, only silence)
Passionate vigil…
a candle’s flame weeping
into the still night
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Night
inhabited her hair,
her face
its pond of stars.
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Nocturnal tryst…
my breath and hers merging
somewhere amid the stars
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Letting her hair loose…
the fragrance of fire
filling the air
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Skin of dewdrops…
flinging her over
the earth at dawn
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No words…
only silence hovers
between our hearts
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On the altar of her love
I laid my soul bare,
felt her crafting
my roots in her soil,
setting free my branches
to bathe in her air.
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Her lips crafting
the wind in curves…
mists of autumn
Haiku # 139
Moon in the pond…
in the dark trees
the rattle of shadows
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Banks of clouds…
over the silent moors
the winds of autumn
Tanka # 56
Au-dedans de son cœur
une larme-étoile
chuchotant l’aube
au fond de mes yeux,
lueur éternel.
Haiku # 138
Un peu de sel
enflammant mes blessures…
cœur affamé
Haiku # 137
Smearing her lips
with the candle’s flame…
poem in the dark
Haiku # 136
All the birds have flown…
a leafless tree
shaking in the wind
Tanka # 55
Moon in the window…
in my book
the flutter of words
igniting,
fireflies…
Haiku # 135
It happens sometimes…
in winter’s frost
a flower blooms
Breadmaking
Harvest comes
and with the sickle moon for scythe
I reap the blades of wheat
populating your skin,
the seeds I once planted
are now grown full and ready,
aching, begging
to fulfill their purpose
and on my stone be laid,
grinded into flour,
a fine white essence
welcoming the teardrops
of my passionate poem,
its liquid flame,
a throbbing matter
I now knead
with firm fingers
(am I forming your body?),
a sea of dough,
body of my woman
now baking in my furnace,
in the fires I honed
from my own flesh,
hot loaves rising,
a feast on my table dressed
and a hunger with each bite
in your skin sown,
a new seed to renew
the eternal dance,
our lovemaking.
Rooted in Love 