The rays of dawn
slide through the clouds;
inside my ribs
an empty nest
aches and shivers
with a handful
of burning ash,
the smoldering remnants
of a poem
consumed by longing.
~
Place your lips on mine
and whisper
your heartbeats,
these grains of incense
amid your ribs burning
in the fire of forever,
that fated fire bound
to merge us one.
~
Again and again
tight against its bud
the flower of my heart
folds its petals.
Again and again
your touch flings me open,
deeper in the realization
of the reality of love.
~

Who are you,
you whose breath
has always whispered
like a dawn in my heart?
Where are you,
you whose heart beats in me
deeper than the voice of life?
~
Night gazing in
through the window –
on the table
a book of poetry
and a burning candle –
somewhere in the deep
the voice of love.
~
Heart decimated
by the pain of absence.
Heart becoming
for longing the oil
sustaining the candle
of the deeper heart.
Beautiful, Pierre!
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