Free Verse # 317 (no words, only silence)

Passionate vigil…
a candle’s flame weeping
into the still night


inhabited her hair,
her face
its pond of stars.


Nocturnal tryst…
my breath and hers merging
somewhere amid the stars


Letting her hair loose…
the fragrance of fire
filling the air


Skin of dewdrops…
flinging her over
the earth at dawn


No words…
only silence hovers
between our hearts


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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