Free Verse # 372 (the summer of my hopes)

Wherever I am
I am with you,
your hand over my heart,
my fingers in your hair,
our breaths a shawl
caressing the earth,
opening her to love.

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Red and luscious
it hangs from your bough,
the last of my poems,
the summer of my hopes.

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Ton parfum
le pain quotidien
de tous les poètes

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We unfold through connections…
the jasmine flower with the moon breeze,
my poem with your eyes.

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Poem by poem
I strip through the veils
of desire,
then your voice
like a tender breeze
sweeps into my heart
and I find myself centered
in the radiance of your soul.

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Evening,
in the wind’s hollow neck
I place my call,
at dawn it splashes
in waves over your skin.

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For a gift
bring me a teacup
with your breath
steeped into its lips
so I could taste you
each time I sip my tea
and fill with your poetry

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I am an old way lover,
I will keep my distance
and write you letters,
distill my heart into words
brimming with the flower
of poetry.

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Through the window
of her absence
I gaze at the world
and the world becomes rain
the world becomes fire
the world becomes
an unbearable sea of ache.

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The autumn moon
stains my being
and the timeless runes
become visible,
shape upon shape,
fire within fire,
the face of you.

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Take me back to the fields
where light abounds,
where dawn is a whisper
hissed by your eyes.

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