Love was between us
and she was a tailoress,
fitting my poems
to the curves of her skin,
the sinews of her breath.
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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.
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Our poetry…
two birds
to one another
deep in the woods
calling.
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Wetness dripping…
poetry dissolved
amid her thighs
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The anchor of your breath
once fell into me,
now my skin is all rust
from the salt of your sea.
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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.
Rooted in Love 