Free Verse # 319 (he made love to her mind)

To the best of my abilities
I fashion my being,
a temple for her grace,
the tread of her foot,
the gentleness of light
pouring from her face.

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I write so that one day
all my words would be liquefied,
a balm igniting
as it rubs your skin,
a wine clamouring
as it tastes your lips.

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Staking his claim…
kissing her heart open
across a lifetime

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In the night
she no longer waits
for the moon to shine
for his lips
through her navel
pressed it
to live in her womb

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Drinking her up…
one craving
at a time

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In the grip of passion
they flickered,
a flame in the dark

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Fog caressing my skin…
the shadowed words that once left
the harbor of her lips

~

Into the mist she went,
a poem searching
for her port of call

~

He made love to her mind
and her body surrendered,
a flower blossoming
to the touch of light.

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