Free Verse # 363 (the highs of your kiss)

The day ends,
from its gray ash
I fashion your face,
a dream,
a memory.

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Night amid my ribs
winds and bends,
a river reaching
always towards you.

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In the still of dawn
I reach for you,
a leaf flown downstream
remembering home.

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My words fell silent
and I spoke to her
with a tongue of honey and ash,
with words weaved of a fire
more ancient than the stars.

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We were pen pals
long before we met,
conversing in secret
through the doorway
of our hearts.

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Under the cover of her hair
I slept,
and the night waxed deep
with the call of eternity.

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When I knew the highs of your kiss
I no longer drank,
I no longer prayed,
and all my poetry was writ
with the salve of your lips.

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