Free Verse # 352 (a little drunk, a little foolish)

I am all ink
And a poem
Waiting to flow
From the sanctity of her pen
And draw the world
With the fire of her breath.

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Laden with you fragrance
The spring wind
Dances all around
And I,
A little drunk,
A little foolish,
Bloom like an earth
Blessed by your touch.

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Turning the blanket of sleep,
Her rays, from the dark quilt,
Pouring forth softly,
Lacing my neck,
Washing my face,
The blue sigh of dawn.

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From the tenebrous hills
Poetry, like the scent of a woman,
Lead me to the light,
And in that midsummer garden
I found her gleaming face.

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My heart
The shape of a flower
Wild on her lips.

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Planting my kiss
In the nook of your neck,
A whirling star
Traveling deep down
Through your veins
And murmuring blood
To dwell in your heart.