Free Verse # 402 (tangled in the poem)

His poetry made her thaw,
now she flows
with the wildness of a river
in the ocean of his arms,
the radiance of her love soaking
all the corners of his life.

~

Through the folds of dawn
her silence comes,
a dream, a memory.

~

Let night between us be
A moving sea of poetry

~

His love
a wave swelling inside of her,
rushing through her limbs,
flowing, flowering,
laying her open
at the center of his altar,
a seething flame.

~

Whatever the inspiration
the poem is always her,
a star-seed in the sea
of her poetry.

~

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Cocooned in his love,
the flame of the goddess
ablaze in her body,
her skin against his shore
shuddering with the fire
of a thousand thousand waves.

~

Tangled in the poem as in my lover’s hair.

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