Free Verse # 202 (love has kissed their souls)

The passion of the ages
Harnessed in your cup
And I, a desert wanderer,
An itinerant heart
Whose endless thirst
Only your juice can slake.

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My scent lingering on your skin
At night like a snake twists and turns,
Pressing my essence ever deeper,
Soaking you, whole.

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Freydoon Rassouli, Birth of the Sun
Freydoon Rassouli, Birth of the Sun

Exuberant sun
From amid her hills rising –
Love has kissed her soul.

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Poetry made flesh –
She, a cosmos of wild stars
Burning through the sky.

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Where is she? I sighed,
And my breath like a bright star
Furrowed through the sky.

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What of mind remains when your kiss
Being and heart has soaked in bliss
Incinerating to the core
A flesh that laps your endless shore