is a winding road,
through the foliage of night
a necklace of stars twining itself
in circles around her neck,
a curving river
rising and falling
to its fated melting
in the ocean of her womb.

is a fire
honing to an utmost purity
the essence of a poem
forever emerging
from the sanctity of her skin,
the soil that birthes
thorns and roses
and tempts the verses
to reach the dawn
through the dark gates
of her hell.

is the poet’s crown
which jewels burn
like white jasmines
as they blossom in her hair,
moonflowers which fragrance
seeped into my longing
on the day the earth and sky kissed
giving birth to life
and to everything that is.

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