Free Verse # 406 (Dieu peignant le monde)

It’s been a thousand years
since you slept in my bed,
yet, each dawn I wake
with my head drowning
in the garden of your hair
still blooming on my pillow.

~

I persist by the grace of poetry.

~

In vain I searched for you until
in my heart I heard your voice saying,
Here!
Now, wherever I look I find you,
the breath living in me
and beating closer
than my own life and death.

~

With tender feet
you walked into my poem,
my words aglow
with the fragrance of your skin
spoke a fire
ancient as the world,
quivered as dewdrops
from their lips came pouring
onto the parched lips
of the world.

~

Dieu
peignant le monde
a trempé sa plume
dans l’encrier de son corps.

~

God
painting the world
dipped his brush
in the inkwell of her body.

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