Free Verse # 210 (the heart of a flower)

She offered him the ocean
in the chalice of her palms;
the night and its stars
in her obsidian eyes.

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Love enters us like the storm
Troubles the waters of the sea,
Making its waves gush out unto the shore
Its heart’s hidden gems, its mysteries.

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Waking
I felt you on my lips,
A tremor of infinite softness breaking
As the dawn in the sky.

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Love whispers, but for you to hear you must have the heart of a flower, the ears of a butterfly.

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Gazing into the ocean
Slowly, with the cadence of the waves,
Their gazes melted into one
As their fingers clutched deeper
Like the roots of an old tree.

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She wore the sun
for a flower in her dark hair,
and lo!
the sun could not be more happy!

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The poet must, above all else, be pure of heart.

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The silent enigma –
Like a white flower
She weaves herself
In the very heart of dawn,
Soaked in the red tide
Of its infinite softness.

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We touched
And something rose into me
As from within
I started to fill with water;
The outflow of this surge –
Light and poetry.

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She wore the night for wings
and whenever she fluttered
the earth filled with stars

Free Verse # 104 (playful kiss)

The heart’s pulp would not turn to wine
unless it be crushed on the sacred altar of love.

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My heart is a star
hollowed out by love
so it could wear your finger,
turn like a necklace
round your neck.

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Droplets from a citrus sun
I squeeze onto your tongue,
sprinkle a dash of stars for salt,
and pour in noon’s golden ale
for a deep, playful kiss.

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Resting in desire’s lap
the bowl of poetry is overflowing
like a full moon.

Dip your fingers, my love,
and write my body into existence,
a sacred verse crowning your sky.

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Only the spirit can uplift the body
to an ecstasy far beyond the stars,
to a clarity deeper than the stillness of dawn.

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Asleep,
our dreams flutter in the nightsky,
plant kisses as brilliant stars
guiding lovers home.

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Love’s absence reveals its depth,
as the sun fading over the horizon
reveals heaven’s truth,
our kinship with the stars.

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Fireflies,
a drifting starry sky below gazing
at the milky way above.

In between,
the silence of the night
enfolding us in the great mystery.