Tanka # 174

My fingers in her hair,
her body over mine,
falling asleep
as the fire crackles
on a winter night.

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Free Verse # 434 (she is all the lights)

In your touch
I make transactions
with beauty,
selling each moment
for a veil of your light,
feeling the white
of your perception
shine from my soul.

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My poetry,
its endless brushstrokes
paint the features
of my face;
look at it,
it has no eyes
but only a silence
with which to gaze
upon the world.

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When I write
I imagine my fingers
touching her face
the way the moth hovers
around the candle-light,
I feel my hands
dipped in her skin
like oars rowing
in a starlit sea of poetry.

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Looking at her
the poem tries
with burnings fingers
to describe her beauty,
but then it falls down,
speechless.

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She is all the lights the city needs.

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My heart
I feel it connected to yours
by a hidden string,
like night to the day,
like the sky to the earth
and to the rolling sea of stars.

Free Verse # 433 (this moment is but a dream, vanishing)

In my love for you
the profanity of my spirit
once more
touched the hem
of God’s soul

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This moment
is but a dream,
vanishing;
in the mirror
of its smoke
I behold your face,
ever dancing in the wind,
ever warm with grace.

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Smoke and mirrors,
in this world
I only care to polish
the image of your face.

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You wander through me
unchanged for eternities
like the ray of light
that shined from God’s heart
on the dawn
of the very first day

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The music of your voice
comes back at dawn;
like a dewdrop on the leaf
I sit down and listen.

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Having her here
sleeping next to me,
in the rhythm of her breath
a window opening
onto an endless sea.

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Beloved, I only have eyes to see you through the window of my heart.

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My heart burns for you
with the passion of petals
in a tight bud, unfurling,
with the desire of a seed
in the dark soil
feeling all around it
the heat of spring.

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I am thinking of your voice
and the way it drifts at dawn,
a ray of warm sunlight
through the dewy cover of fog.

I am thinking of your breath
and the way it fills the sky,
starlight from distant galaxies
like dancing snowflakes falling down.

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Looking through
the dictionary of the winds
for words to describe her,
I discovered the scent
of the jasmine flower
under the summer moon,
little fires of starlight
wandering the tilting sky
early before the dawn,
the words poets uttered
from a wounded heart,
the heated breaths
exchanged between
the merging lips lovers,
the ineffable presence of things
as they enter
the silence of God.

Haiku # 614

L’amour…
cette courbe qui tend
vers l’infinie

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Between me and you
a distance covered
by the shadow of poetry

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Trempée dans ses cheveux
la lune s’attarde
à se lever

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Do secret things to her…
leave your words stained
amid her thighs

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More lucent still
than the fullness of the moon…
the pages of her skin

~

Plus luisants encore
que la pleine lune…
les pages de sa peau