Free Verse # 358 (blooming with promise)

في العشية
أشعل قليلا
من بخور قصائدي
وبأناملي
في الغيمة العطرة
أتلمس تكاوين وجهك
باكيا عمرا مضى
وعمرا يمضي

~

Softly along the edges
then deeper into her core
she cracked and broke
as he held her into him
blooming with the promise
of the sun in her womb

~

Searching for you
I lost my way,
but a wave
cut from the ocean
is all froth and ache
and a poem
from door to door
rolling
setting the world aflame.

~

These scribbles of ink
are the traces and crumbs
of a heart straining
to live in your presence —
and all my poem does
is ache for your touch.

~

Dawn,
her blond hair
from the blue eves
falling in rivers,
a kiss of honey
firing the world,
a poem singing a glory
hallowed by grace.

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