Free Verse # 390 (my spring of poetry)

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Love was between us
and she was a tailoress,
fitting my poems
to the curves of her skin,
the sinews of her breath.


With a breath,
with a word,
with a heartbeat,
with a ribbon of your fragrance
fill my heart to overflow,
grant me your light
as a gift of life.


Our poetry…
two birds
to one another
deep in the woods


Wetness dripping…
poetry dissolved
amid her thighs


Tyr, South Lebanon, January 06, 2017

The anchor of your breath
once fell into me,
now my skin is all rust
from the salt of your sea.


Stirring softly,
a breeze amid the trees
at dawn,
my breath in starseeds
dewing on your skin,
your dark hair
a mooncloud
in my spring of poetry.


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