Free Verse # 342 (the womb of love and poetry)

In a quiet corner
of the endless night
my heart
a flickering flame
breathing out your name,
an eternal sun.

~

Often at night
I sit down and trace
her face in the dark

~

On the white sheets
her dark hair sprawled,
dark rivulets gathering
the rivers of my heart,
dewdrops rounded
in the nest of her heart
pooling into a great ocean,
the womb of love and poetry.

~

Deep into the night
when the last star fades
I will touch you with a heart
filled with timeless wonder
at the beauty of your face

~

Poems composed under the rain are embodiments of longing.

~

Only silence when it rains, all else is blasphemy.

Advertisements

One thought on “Free Verse # 342 (the womb of love and poetry)

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s