Free Verse # 322 (he longed to unravel her secret)

Nocturnal rain…
our love flowering
deep in the dark

~

Dawn…
the kiss I planted
in the crook of your neck
wakes,
a bird shaking
the dew off his wings
and breaking into song.

~

Inking her skin,
each flick of the pen
an anchor
falling to her soul,
rooting her, freeing her,
allowing her to unfold.

~

He longed to unravel her secret
yet like a poem she kept leading him
deeper and deeper into her essence,
the hushed whisper of her soul.

~

Photography by Roberto Gioli
Photography by Roberto Gioli

The length of her back
a roaring sea,
a canvas of dark waves
in each shaded breath screaming…
poetry

~

Rain falls
and I think of her
the way a wanderer thinks
of a lost homeland…
heimat,
an absence so deep
it sears the whole world.

~

Photography by Artur Kos
Photography by Artur Kos

My teardrops
on her collarbones
hewn,
poems in her body
germinating
a cradle of fire,
the love ocean
where I am born.

~

Night falls
and I miss her,
my heart overflowing with ache
for the touch that once was,
that will forever be.

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