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.

~

Her lips crafting
the wind in curves…
mists of autumn

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