Tanka # 163

Leaving my poem
on your windowsill…
a robin singing
the longing
in my soul

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Free Verse # 430 (poetry, poetry…)

L’air
à la touche de mes lèvres
devient la pluie
qui imprègne ton corps…

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Ever since I walked in your light I knew that no darkness could diminish me.

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Off the curves of her lips
light, like a wave,
seems to break, frothing,
a song of sweet sensuality,
a silken shawl tenderly wrapping
the heart of the wind.

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I touch her and she flowers
as though autumn
has been slowly
gathering its fires
of gold, brown, and red
in the sea of her skin.

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Silence takes me down
to the roots of poetry
and I find them rising
from the sea of your heart

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At the corner of the street
I am suddenly caught
in the fragrance of a jasmine
stirring from a hidden garden
and all I can remember
is the image of your face.

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On the good days
as on the bad,
your presence surrounds me
like a stillness in the air.

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Poetry, poetry…
one more shot to make
this happiness weep
from the fountain of my heart

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Poetry matures when she is able to live again in her house of childhood joy.

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This longing in my soul
I live it
the way the flame transpires
into the stillness of the night,
reaching ever higher
into the unfathomable
elevatudes of your soul
even as I burn
into a thinning thread
of laughing ash,
even as I burn
and am no more.

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We touched
and the sap of ancient roots
rose into our veins

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She took flight into him
flapping her wings
with the intuition of a bird
who knows his migratory path
home —
she took flight into him,
rooted like a cloud
ever drifting through the sky
of his soul.

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His touch
rises through her limbs
the way a flame descends
down through the wick
burning into the blissfulness
of her core

The Ash of Your Longing

I only have eyes to see your form,
ears to hear your voice,
nose to smell your fragrance,
skin to touch your body,
and tongue to utter your name –
my being, whatever it is,
is a hymn to your existence,
and the firebird
which entered my veins
as your lips brushed my palm
has now set my body ablaze
and consumed me whole.
I am the ash of your longing.