On her lips
the drunkenness of wine
comes to sobriety
as it learns the secrets
of the eternal vine
~
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.
~
Poems like flowers
growing in the field,
little flames craving
the musk her skin.
~
Honey, envying her lips, became red like wine.
~
In the warmth of this poem
we bathe,
us two, one,
an organic unity
sharing one beating heart.
~
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.
~
My fingers
ghosts of autumn
shriveling the skin
of each woman I touch
~
My hand shivers
when I write your name
like an eastern wind carrying
the sun in her womb
~
Sleep douses my eyes
and like a candle in the night
I surrender into you
~
There comes a moment
when I pass into you
like spring passes into summer,
slowly, imperceptibly,
watering your soul
like unheard dew at dusk.
~
Your touch in my blood
lingers,
a flower aching
to birth the whole sky.
~
At night by the sea
listening to the waves,
your name is all they speak.
~
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.
Rooted in Love 