Free Verse # 412 (the difficult art)

I go on loving you
past the total closure
of the heart,
for you are in me
as a ray of light in the flower
when it is still a seed
buried in the earth.

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My poems go
where reason cannot follow,
entering that silence
where her breath lives,
dissolving in her light
the longing in my soul.

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Dissolve…
the candle as it burned
sighed this secret
into my heart

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Dusk descends…
my heart a pebble
hurled by rivers
coursing amid the stars

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Love
ground me in the silence
of your heart,
teach me the difficult art
of opening again and again,
the grace of being a rose
in your garden of dawn.

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No poem will ever capture the beauty of this moment, yet this moment is beauty steeped in poetry.

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My heart
a cemetery of unheard sighs
and love whispers
lost in the wind

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I exist in two places at once — in the poem, and in the silence of your heart.

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Tanka # 88 – Haiku # 430

Shaking bones…
poems in the moonlight
catching fire

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Dust and shadows…
a butterfly fading
in the waves of the moon

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In the heart of the night
who comes to find me?
With a deathly kiss
the light of the moon.

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Ladder of silk strings
in the deathly hollow…
light of the moon

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Biting the apple
of my heart…
light of the winter moon

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Fervent on her breast
I write my blood…
the breast of the moon

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Stab my heart
to a beating throb
samurai moon

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In my hot cup of tea
steeping
the leaves of the moon

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Who comes? Who goes?
gazing at the world
with the eye of the moon

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A passing world
busy with nothing…
thin curve of the moon

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Moon of silence
moon of shadows
and a poppy heart
drinking
the sad smile of your light

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Impotent men
always parading
their fucking escapades

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Pinned by the penis
with which they fuck…
impotent at heart