Free Verse # 311 (poetry in hushed breaths)

Nothing
but her breath,
the silence in her eyes

~

One caress at a time
liquifyingher skin
into a sea of ripples,
wine, milk, and honey
pouring in my cup.

~

Poetry — a breath fading into the softest hue of dusk and raining back, stars.

~

His touch anoints her
grace embodied,
a fountain of light
surging endlessly,
filling the world
with the incense
of a honeyed sea
burning.

~

In bed
laying next to her,
her hair desert dunes stretching
wider than the sky,
each a breaking wave
frothing with stars.

~

Each night
her flowing hair
rakes the stars in puddles,
pools of liquid flames
weeping over the earth
poetry in hushed breaths.

~

Few words
one brushstroke
a whole sky

~

Our fingertips touch
and night in endless leaves falls,
each a poem
each a star
floating on the surge
amid our beating hearts.

~

His heart broke on the shore of every hand he touched.

~

And so she wanders
butterfly of the night,
lonesome amid stars
burning cold and bright.

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