Free Verse # 73

The rivers in their flow
have the ocean at heart.

Likewise,
I ride the great current of life
with the ocean of You
churning and frothing deep inside.

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Your gaze,
like a painter’s brush,
like a poet’s verse,
paints and writes me
into life.

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Out of the moon’s silken rays
a hammock she weaved,
adorning each thread
with stars from her hair.

Tangled we swayed,
making love until
the refreshing breeze of dawn
cuddled our embrace.