Free Verse # 323 (in the lonely crowd their eyes met)

In her touch
a thousand years of sleep
fall away like dew

~

At dawn
the flutter of her heart
in mine,
two birds
on the world’s edge
tracing their own sky.

~

This poem…
the annulled distance
between our bodies,
our breaths interlaced
for a moment baptized
in the waters of eternity.

~

Rain falls
and my solitary heart whispers
the syllables of her name,
a poem with the raindrops soaking
the earth to her bones.

~

A moment’s silence…
catching my breath
on the dew of her lips

~

Through the rubble
a butterfly flutters
following your scent

~

The wind at night
breezed through her hair
stroking her bare neck,
and suddenly she felt
welling up in her being
the kiss forged
with her very flesh.

~

Flower skin soul…
with a soft desire
I yearn to touch her,
in my blood ferment
the nectar of her core.

~

In a world of strangers,
of hollow hearts and stuffed men,
in the lonely crowd
their eyes met
in an instant that bore
eternity in their souls.

~

She is nature embodied; between heaven and earth everything is a metaphor approximating her being, her ineffable aura, her light and breath.

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