Free Verse # 354 (poem of moss and honey)

Into the soft pillow
Of your waters
The sun sets
Leaving the sky to drown
In the dark waves
Of your hair.

~

I melted into her
Deeper than a cloud
Dissolving in the sky.

~

Bird at dawn
Sipping from the wells
Resting in her breasts.

~

Feathers igniting
At the edge of dawn…
Bird tracing her breasts.

~

The silk of her thighs
A poem of moss and honey
And words seared
With the tears of his heart.

~

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The poet
Is a silent assassin
Wielding her skin,
A blade of words
Plunged
In a sea of fire.

~

Midnight harvest,
Through your navel pressing
The last of the stars
Then cradling you into me,
A starry sea gently rocking,
Engulfing me whole.

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