Letter, November 13, 2016

The earth looks on, a heavy longing in her eyes; tears hang full on the naked branches of the trees; and in the birdsongs the white roar of winter is already heard. Autumn is deep, pressed on by the cracking whips of the winter winds. And I, with my candle burning, with my book and my cup of silence, weave words in my fingers and pretend they are the dark curls of your hair. Your breath drifts on, the smoke of burning grass over empty fields. I gaze again into the infinite distances surrounding me and hear your voice calling from everywhere. Oh my love, what have you done to me? This ache for you is a wound that wants to heal; and yet, whenever its crust hardens, whenever its lips are about to mend, your fingers, white as winter snow, soft as moonlight, peel through its layers again and teach me the meaning of poetry. The candle is burning out; the incense stick is uttering its final breath; and the camp of the night has laid its siege. Give me patience, teach me how to wait, and let me burn with the oil of your longing. Let me be the moon on the curve of your lips.

Haiku # 431

No words to say
only heartbeats hushed
in the ear of the moon

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Quieter each year
only speaking
with the light of the moon

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Misfit heart…
a patchwork of poetry
inked in silence

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Batroun, November 06, 2016

Ending the day
her breath, a shawl
wrapped around my neck

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Batroun, November 06, 2016

In my teacup
steeping
the white leaves of the moon

Free Verse # 373 (the street and its people)

My whole life is a letter for you written in a language only love can understand.

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By the candlelight
I loved to read her poems
and gaze, every now and then,
into her eyes,
at the way the flame flickered
and danced upon
the page of her face,
the poem of my life.

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With the patience
of the river
dissolving rocks
and carrying them to the sea
my touch will have her skin
dissolved in poetry.

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Her warming flow of wine
in the early morning chill,
the areolas of her breasts
flowering starlike
amid my thirsty lips.

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Return to me,
I am all windows
silently waiting,
my soul
at each windowsill
a poem burning,
into the night calling,
calling you home.

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The deeper blue
of the autumn sea,
the silent dawns
calmer still,
the earth
caressed by the rain
smells of your skin.

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The street and its people
fell away from them,
a world warped by their gravity,
the magnetism of their kiss,
their deep immersion
in the moment’s poetry.

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The garden tree,
how does it know
when summer turns to autumn,
winter to spring?
In the same way,
deep,
unfathomable,
this knowledge of you
seeps under my skin,
moves in my soul.

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Take me by the hand
and lead me down
to the willow by the river
where my dreams since childhood
flowed with the water
and dissolved in her sea.

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You who lives in the heart of me,
you are the crossroad of everything,
the beginning and end of everything.

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She wears glasses
too big for her face,
and smiles as though
the world is too small to fit
behind her small dark eyes.

Free Verse # 372 (the summer of my hopes)

Wherever I am
I am with you,
your hand over my heart,
my fingers in your hair,
our breaths a shawl
caressing the earth,
opening her to love.

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Red and luscious
it hangs from your bough,
the last of my poems,
the summer of my hopes.

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Ton parfum
le pain quotidien
de tous les poètes

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We unfold through connections…
the jasmine flower with the moon breeze,
my poem with your eyes.

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Poem by poem
I strip through the veils
of desire,
then your voice
like a tender breeze
sweeps into my heart
and I find myself centered
in the radiance of your soul.

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Evening,
in the wind’s hollow neck
I place my call,
at dawn it splashes
in waves over your skin.

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For a gift
bring me a teacup
with your breath
steeped into its lips
so I could taste you
each time I sip my tea
and fill with your poetry

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I am an old way lover,
I will keep my distance
and write you letters,
distill my heart into words
brimming with the flower
of poetry.

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Through the window
of her absence
I gaze at the world
and the world becomes rain
the world becomes fire
the world becomes
an unbearable sea of ache.

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The autumn moon
stains my being
and the timeless runes
become visible,
shape upon shape,
fire within fire,
the face of you.

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Take me back to the fields
where light abounds,
where dawn is a whisper
hissed by your eyes.