Free Verse # 338 (there comes a moment)

On her lips
the drunkenness of wine
comes to sobriety
as it learns the secrets
of the eternal vine

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She came out of the woods,
brown moths in her hair,
her skin, dawn in a flower,
her clothes weaved of patches
of sunlight and air.

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Poems like flowers
growing in the field,
little flames craving
the musk her skin.

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Honey, envying her lips, became red like wine.

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In the warmth of this poem
we bathe,
us two, one,
an organic unity
sharing one beating heart.

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She entered my heart the way silence gives birth to the dawn, a voice calling me back to the eternity from which I was born.

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My fingers
ghosts of autumn
shriveling the skin
of each woman I touch

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My hand shivers
when I write your name
like an eastern wind carrying
the sun in her womb

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Sleep douses my eyes
and like a candle in the night
I surrender into you

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There comes a moment
when I pass into you
like spring passes into summer,
slowly, imperceptibly,
watering your soul
like unheard dew at dusk.

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Your touch in my blood
lingers,
a flower aching
to birth the whole sky.

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At night by the sea
listening to the waves,
your name is all they speak.

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She sat on the rocks,
her black dress sprawled
like a butterfly’s wings,
still and waiting
for the salty breeze to lift her
and carry her over the sea.

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