Free Verse # 400 (only love)

Across lifetimes
we beckon each other,
two birds calling
from the leafy boughs
as the tree of time
grows and sprawls,
its roots rising
from eternity,
its branches spreading
in the sky of love.

~

His touch seethes the sun in her skin.

~

In his web of words
rocking gently
as the fire of his being
burns her body
to a slow gush,
her sultry water
his cup of wine,
the ink of his poetry.

~

Dawn…
in the white silence
our shared breath,
flowering

~

Her poem
rubs against his fullness,
sultry waves probing
the deeps of his ocean,
her flowers imbibing
the light in his words.

~

Dawn…
her body over mine,
her being in mine
shuddering
as the world is born again,
as from the ash of our poem
we are reborn.

~

The love of love
for which words
are messengers,
vessels carrying
the eternal flame.

~

His touch is not physical
yet it binds her;
his shadow
comes over her
and her ocean
is at the root
of his mountain,
waves unfolding
from her core.

~

Dusk settling…
in my heart the winged
dance of poetry

~

Love sighs and we scatter,
embers in the wind,
our bodies
the dust of ancient stars
catching fire once again,
burning in eternal light.

~

His words in her mouth
a succulent ferment
of a thousand poems
burning all at once.

~

In this transient world only love endures.

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