Dawn…
the fragrant skin
of the woman I love
a thin veil covering
the garden of the world
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Poetry is my form of worship,
with it, through it
I consummate my being
and lay it open
at the doorway of your sky,
a yearning flame quivering
in the heart of your sea.
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I wanted to touch you, so I wrote you poetry.
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The living in me had resigned
to be the flame of a candle
shivering and lost
in the contemplation of her eyes,
and what burning tears I wept
I scribed – holy poetry.
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With death
I inherit the rain,
the kiss of lovers,
the breath of the sea,
flowers sigh at dawn
and I am in their yearning,
a thread in their lust.
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At dawn
he trembled inside of her
as his eyes lay
fixed into hers,
his hips
the slow motion of waves
pushing,
her body
his harbor,
his eternal shore.
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Before you
I am an unfree man,
a lightning born
of a boundless womb
and wanting, for your sake,
to incinerate the earth,
merge it with your sky.
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Enmeshed
our bodies burned
in lustful fires,
melted
to a foaming point
then emerged,
a full moon parting
rough waters,
seeding the belly
of the dark sea.
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Night descends
and I swell into her,
the shiver of my flame
cradled against her spine,
a full moon from her navel
whispering pure white.
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Against my neck
in the quiver of her lips
the wet voice of dawn
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At dawn
through the window
her scent wafting in,
the woman I love,
the woman I always wanted
to touch with my heart.
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A dark moon glowing
her skin where he confides
the secrets of his heart
Rooted in Love 