Free Verse # 361 (this longing is my saving grace)

Silence
is a sense of emergence,
the world
from the jar of dawn,
the heart
from the blue bud
of oceanic poetry.

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Their bodies met and merged
into a bolt of lightning
scraping scorched
the earth and sky

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Still, my heart,
hear her voice
whisper in the dark,
quiver the night
into a wave
lapping
the endless shore of love.

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The fragrance of her skin –
a skirt of clouds
in the gust of each poem
lifting,
undone in the breath of love.

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In your absence
the dark of my heart
I turned into a garden
that your naked feet
may one day tread
and bless the poem
waiting inside

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In the shadow of her silence
the blue of dawn shivers,
the fragrance of a flower
awakening the world.

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The remedy?
The rosewater of her kiss,
the fervency of her wine,
her articulate silence
speaking the earth and sky.

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Foolish heart
in the evening wind
forsaken by all harbors,
whirling unchained
beyond the isles of love.

~

She stood there at sunset
by the edge of the sea,
her brooding eyes pouring
the blood of poetry.

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Blue longing…
her skin shuddering
with the ache of the sea

~

You occupy my horizon
Like a wound full of blood

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