Free Verse # 442 (whose face ever eludes me)

It is enough to gaze at her to feel a river move in the region of the heart.

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Love dares you, in the furthermost reaches of exile, fear, solitude, and pain, to keep your heart open to love.

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To his presence
she opens her being
and offers herself
on the altar of his love

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Elle existe en moi comme un obscur poème.

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A dewdrop longs
to return to the sea –
ever since my birth
was it seeking you,
this love buried
inside of me.

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All the tears
that she hid
behind her smile
she offered,
beads rolling
into the open palms
of his hands
that she kissed fervently,
ridding her heart
of the weight that crushed it
for a thousand years.

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I was born with eyes only to see her whose face ever eludes me.

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The sun was never
as radiant as when
his rays caressed
the moon of her skin

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Le soleil n’était jamais
aussi lumineux que lorsque
ses rayons caressaient
la lune de sa peau

Haiku # 667 | Tanka # 199

On the occasion of the ending year.

The years passing by…
a chasm deepening
in the cave of my solitude

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New Year’s Eve…
in the family album
the faces gone by

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Last night of the year…
another leaf falls
into the fire of my longing

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At year’s end
I measure the distance
between you and me…
a thousand years
of unquenched longing

Free Verse # 441 (what is love?)

What is love?—the inwardness of a relation that, to the lovers, is greater than the earth and sky.

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A kiss that is more
than a kiss;
a fusion of two bodies,
two souls,
two hearts,
two poetries…

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Day and night
I journey to you,
an invisible thread
tying our hearts…

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We are nameless, except in those moments when we are touched by love.

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I am a poet; when I love a woman, I write to her; she lives in my soul, and becomes my poetry.

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By your mere presence
you filled my life
with a beauty
I could not imagine,
with a light
I could not understand.

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I sip my morning coffee
and listen to the autumn rain,
the quiet hush of her breath
wrapped around my neck
like a brown shawl,
and my fingers ache
to caress her hair,
to touch her face.

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As I kiss her
all the wounds of the past
rise up to my mouth
and I feel them melting
between our lips

What It Means To Touch Her

My thoughts
my breath
my words
melt into her
and I touch her
silently
where she has never
been touched;
I touch her heart
I touch her soul
I light a fire in her blood;
I welcome her darkness,
I embrace her light
and I feel her in my heart
growing deeper than the earth
shining brighter than the sun;
I take her everything,
her past, present, and I future,
and I give her the gift
of my masculine heart:
I open her to God,
I open her to life,
and in that connection
I become a man
living his days
to the fullness of his heart.

Letter, October 05, 2019

Lived simply, in deep attention and presence, a life can be so full that its echo reverberates to the stillness of the stars — the garden’s dust on my shoes, a good book, a cup of aged wine, and your face, beloved, hovering around all things like a cloud, their inner light, their intimate aura. I write to you today as the sun sets over another autumn day, as the wind withers away the leaves and grass leaving nature and my thoughts bared down to their essence. Time is moving and life is trickling away, yet a deeper stillness is settling in my heart. It feels to me as though, if I lift my hand, I could almost touch your face; as though the warmth of your breath is mingled with mine. This silence is a prayer. I listen to the wind in the yellowing leaves. I write another poem penned with the ink of your love.

Haiku # 648

His words in her ears…
Seashells divulging
the secret of the sea
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A la table du poète
devant l’encrier
songe le vieux papier
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Ses cheveux noirs
maison aux eaux coulants
au fond de la terre
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Matin brisé
par la brume…
Le souffle de la mer
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A l’abri du silence
la chandelle fane
lentement la nuit
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Peignant la nuit
le noir
de ses cheveux.
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Notre amour
dans dix milles ans…
Etoile sur la mer
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Eight to five job…
the bird at my window
teasing with his smile
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Haiku pond
the shadow of a bird
passing at dusk
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Fallen in love…
The changed color
of her eyes