Tanka # 146

In this life
and the next
your breath and mine
woven into
a single nest

~

For gift
she offered me her back,
a page
on which to ink
the flowers of poetry.

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Free Verse # 411 (mon poème et mon cœur)

If I touched you with my heart, would you be the poem I’ve been aching to write? – the poem that exhausts my life in a sea of mystery?

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He touched her and her heart, weeping, was a violin that finally found its soul.

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My poem and my heart are coextensive: the woman who touches one touches the other.

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Mon poème et mon cœur sont coextensives: la femme qui touche l’un touchera l’autre.

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We are all in the end unfinished stories.

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Un jour, même après ma mort, un papillon anonyme trouvera la fleur secrète qui brule dans mon corps.

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آخر الطرقات بين
قلبي وقلبها
وردة حمراء تذوي
وورقة خريف
هائمة في الريح

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Clothed by his poem,
every word etched
with the ink of a fire
that burned for ages
on the altar of his heart.

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Caressant sa peau
avec mon poème
la fleur entre ses jambes
s’en est ouverte
comme une coquille qui m’offrait
l’infini de la mer

Letter, April 30, 2017

I feel the press of your breasts and soft skin around me, everywhere, coaxing me to flower into you the erection of my body, the life of my poetry. Your light comes in flashes of intuition, falling upon my face as through the sunlit openings of an orchard, and I heed with the attentiveness of my whole body, the animal soul in me. Your dew falls like an erotic enchantment and a buoyancy comes like a fountain rising from the depth of my soul; suddenly I find myself harnessed in shafts of wheat upon the altar of your body, ready to burn, ready to become dough and bread, ready to feed upon the milk of your breasts and the honey of your skin. Your body is the world, the element I am living in, moving through, and this eros, this tension between us mercilessly opens me and challenges me to become in the thrust the man that I am. So I take you, as I give myself to you, as through you I slingshot myself into the sky of eternity.

Woman of silk and fire, woman of milk and honey suckling my wildest desire.