Free Verse # 310 (filled with her light)

Undercurrent of silence…
beneath the dawn a river
in her skin gathering
all the world’s flames

~

Her face…
supple
like a bird
from whose feathers
emanates
the light of dawn

~

Filled with her light
my poem is the harvest
of the sun, moon, and stars,
the radiance of dawn,
the softness of twilight.

~

She lived in him
in his most solitary hour,
in the secret hallways of his heart,
for a bird in his breast always carries
the eternal sky.

~

Her body became his world,
each freckle a star,
each curve a river,
each breath a bird
with each wingbeat
unfolding a sky.

~

Our lifelines tangled,
from the roots upwards
we grew as one tree

~

Feel me,
within you,
all around you,
a fish in my water,
a bird in my sky.

~

I imagine us a home,
a nest where the sun, moon, and stars
come to sleep and rest,
and from which they rise
every day and night.

~

Purer and purer
under his touch
she seethed,
shedding all veils,
naked to her core,
swaying like sea
of honeyed flames.

~

Our simple touch
is fraught with the fires
of a thousand lovemakings

~

To pluck the moon and stars
and place them at her feet,
an adornment for her hair,
a bonfire in her skin.

~

Her eyes
a black spell,
an incantation of stars

~

Into each other
we rise up like clouds,
raining, weeping,
white shadows dissolving
then merging with the sky.

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