Silent Dithyramb

In the still night
my heart surrounding her
is stiller still,
a dithyramb composed
of an infinite yearning,
a longing deeper
than the womb of the sun.

My heart surrounds her
with the tranquil charm
of the silent sea at dawn,
as my touch in wave after wave
falls upon her skin,
languidly burning,
my breath wrapping her
like a dreaming cloud.

Now she sleeps,
and as her eyes close
her other eyes open,
wide awake
inside the infinite landscape
of poetry’s own heart.

Free Verse # 403 (the fervency of my longing)

His poetry
veiled her eyes
and poured into her heart,
back arched and hurled deep
into the sky of orgasm
he fired the chakra of her belly,
the sun of life.

Radiance embodied
she then moved,
forming and transforming
everything around her,
a world reshaped
in the image of love.

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Amid the folds
of her skin
his rough beard
pricking
as his lips,
famished,
move in circles
grazing her flower
and melting her
into a seething moan
bursting with the ink
of his poetry.

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I want to kiss you
as on the first day
when spring flowered
in the bosom of life,
when birds learned to sing.

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I am a cloud roaming
the meadows of your silence.

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My poem…
the light of a candle
slowly gathering
in the silence of her heart.

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If I cannot cry
let these words be my tears
pooling in your cup
the fervency of my longing

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When I am down
I breathe in and out
as deeply and widely as I can,
centering myself
in the clarity of her light,
the intuition of eternity.

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Even when old I wish to die in the youth of poetry.

Free Verse # 402 (tangled in the poem)

His poetry made her thaw,
now she flows
with the wildness of a river
in the ocean of his arms,
the radiance of her love soaking
all the corners of his life.

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Through the folds of dawn
her silence comes,
a dream, a memory.

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Let night between us be
A moving sea of poetry

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His love
a wave swelling inside of her,
rushing through her limbs,
flowing, flowering,
laying her open
at the center of his altar,
a seething flame.

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Whatever the inspiration
the poem is always her,
a star-seed in the sea
of her poetry.

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Cocooned in his love,
the flame of the goddess
ablaze in her body,
her skin against his shore
shuddering with the fire
of a thousand thousand waves.

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Tangled in the poem as in my lover’s hair.

Free Verse # 401 (her healing presence)

The ocean at night, a poem without a skin.

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Sleepless in this longing
the desire that leaves me aching
for the dew of her silken thighs,
the ink of my poetry.

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Weaving the candle’s light…
a shawl around her neck,
a dress to adorn
the curves of her nakedness.

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Her womb
the ocean calling
all his rivers,
their flow
an electric surge
coursing her skin,
carrying the fires
of ancient altars
to the roots of her desire.
His swollen heat,
his tidal flow,
a surge in her belly
rippling concentric,
deeper than the ocean,
wider than the sky.

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Solitude
to write, to live,
to breathe again,
to find myself open
to the light of the sky,
a poet wanderer,
a bird of passage.

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Making love
and recording our voices
reading poetry,
Rumi, Neruda,
and the fervent silences
of our merging lips.

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بحار تائه
في أسود شعرها

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Her healing presence,
merging with him
she lights his fire
when it dwindles,
unafraid of his dark
she sees into him,
moves into him,
rooting his heart
in her boundless love.

Free Verse # 397 (surrendering my breath)

They made love,
two primal creatures
flung out
from the sea of poetry,
and in the froth of their lovemaking
the sea rose and again
drowned them
in the ripple of eternity.

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Surrendering my breath
my soul will drift
like fog in the sky,
at dawn and dusk
lacing the earth
with the dew of your name,
the freshness of your touch.

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You are the presence
inside the poem
drawing me deeper
into the place
where words vanish
and all that remains
is your mystery

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Always at dawn
your bird at my window
and my heart swelling
with the white of your song

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My life
a book of longing
burning in the fire
of your calligraphy,
the strokes of your pen
a surf of waves constantly
rolling in my chest.

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In the poem
I listened to you
and your voice
was the sea of presence
submerging my life,
animating my soul.

Free Verse # 396 (a life of wandering)

Dawn; the silence a sea
of radiant heat,
a universe permeated
by the want of our touch.

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Night,
the wind trembles
and in the scatter of leaves
I hear your voice,
an ancient yearning
reaching into me,
opening my soul up
to the clear obscure dance
of desire and poetry.

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The bird on the branch
sings the end of winter
as a flower slowly
takes shape in my heart.

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A life of wandering,
taking in the world
in still images distilled
with the lens of poetry.

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In the shadows of the night
your breath comes to me,
page after page of a poem
burning in my chest,
its words, set free,
buzzing in my veins.

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In the bonfire of longing
my poems to you burn,
freed from the paper
their words rise,
the wings of a deep intimacy
taking flight
and like a song of praise
covering the world.