Haiku # 620

Tannourine el Tahta, Lebanon, January 01, 2019

Through the window
of my longing
the first light of the year

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Free Verse # 390 (my spring of poetry)

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Photographer Unknown

Love was between us
and she was a tailoress,
fitting my poems
to the curves of her skin,
the sinews of her breath.

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With a breath,
with a word,
with a heartbeat,
with a ribbon of your fragrance
fill my heart to overflow,
grant me your light
as a gift of life.

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Our poetry…
two birds
to one another
deep in the woods
calling.

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Wetness dripping…
poetry dissolved
amid her thighs

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Tyr, South Lebanon, January 06, 2017

The anchor of your breath
once fell into me,
now my skin is all rust
from the salt of your sea.

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Stirring softly,
a breeze amid the trees
at dawn,
my breath in starseeds
dewing on your skin,
your dark hair
a mooncloud
in my spring of poetry.

Free Verse # 351 (the prophecy of her skin)

Mad with the prophecy
Of your skin
My hands prowl
The streets of the night,
My fingers coursing
Like burning rivers
Into your womb
Of poetry.

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In each woman
A hidden core spins
Birthing the whole world.
To touch a woman is to live
In its velvet mystery.

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O cloistered heart,
However high its walls
No garden is hidden
From bee and butterfly.

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Kfarhay, March 13, 2016
Kfarhay, Batroun, Lebanon, March 13, 2016

All the roads spread
From the root source
Of her heart.
Traveling I always
Roamed through her veins,
Swam in her blood.

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We have not met
But at night
My dreams and hers
Collide
And rain in showers
Of breathless stars.

Free Verse # 325 (her voice fills me like a long lost home)

At the touch of her breath
all reasoning ceases
and even philosophy dances
as madness becomes
the soul of poetry

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All the languages and poems
are the syllables of her name;
and her name is all I know,
the blood in my veins,
the fire in my heart.

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Later on he remembered
how the moonlight
in her eyes reflected
as her lips curved
in a soft smile
bespeaking the poem
unspoken in his heart

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He held his heart like a torchlight
to guide her through the night,
lead her through the stars
to the abode of infinite light.

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He kissed her like a sailor
long lost at sea,
who all the while dreamt
of her touch warming
his heart with gentle heat,
his home, his sea.

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My every word
smeared into her lips;
when she exhales
the wind becomes fire
as like a dragon she laughs
incinerating the earth
with her sensuality

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In the heart of the night
I’ll plant my longing,
may it blossom in her womb

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She wore moonlight for a dress
and slid into my dreams

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Soak up my darkness
bare me to the bones

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She thought
of how his hands
moved through her body,
mist through the vale,
light through the sky,
rivers gathering
deep inside.

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In a bowl
I harness the stars
then grind them
into a fine liquid light.
Fingers dipped
I smear her lips
then kiss her,
breathless poetry…

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He glimpsed into her
the way a sailor traces
the nightsky,
the freckles in her skin his stars,
his guide on his eternal journey…
home

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Night descends…
in the flesh of poetry
their blood becomes one

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All the past and its loss,
even the unborn future
returns when we touch,
uniting our existence
into a perfect circle,
a sacred autumn moon.

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Nothing is lost…
kissing her neck
I found clustered
all my sighs and heartbeats,
every wound and laugh
burning like a stars.

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Dawn…
her voice fills me
like a long lost home

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She balmed her skin
with the fragrance
of a solitary heart
and went out
to meet the world
with oceanic eyes

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Photographer unknown

Light along her skin
erotica in sultry curves
exuding clouds of incense,
a softness that melts
the heart to poetry.

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A dark wind
combing the trees…
my hands in her hair

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The brighter the moon
the more feverish my wounds,
their crimson ache spinning
deeper than the stars.

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Midnight,
the hour of truth tolls
and my heart is in your palms

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He was a poet
and she ached
to be transformed,
submerged in poetry’s fire
and reborn as poetry.

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Effulgence dawn learns from studying her face.

Free Verse # 318 (skin on skin)

Under my tongue
her honeyed kiss,
a succulent poem
melting all day, all night,
filling my veins
with her solar fire,
the throb of her want.

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His hands on her body…
rivers of lava
flooding her secret wells,
in moans and fevered breaths
carrying her heartbeats,
seeds of poetry.

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Photographer unknown
Photographer unknown

Skin on skin
the hand of night
merging them,
two souls bare,
revealed to their core,
their molten flesh
a river flooding
the sea night,
a hidden dawn,
a nebula of stars.

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All my poems…
dewdrops whispered
on her lips at dawn

Letter, August 23, 2015

I photograph you like a painter brings a landscape to a slow fervency in his mind, like a poet slowly accumulates a poem’s water in the well of his heart. I photograph you not into a still image, but into an ever shifting sea of shadows and light, each peeled wave revealing a greater depth, and so unto eternity. I photograph you, gazing at you, undressing you, slowly drinking you like wine, but each falling veil dresses you with a thousand beating wings of light, and each inebriating layer thrusts me higher into the clarity of your eyes. I photograph you, but how can an infinite being be contained in a painting, tune, or poem? I photograph you, but you cannot be contained, and so you overflow, through me, through creation entire, even from inside the rays of light. And so your beauty frees me as it enslaves me, teaching me the meaning of surrender, the ability to receive your light, but also daring me to penetrate you deeper, and deeper, until I become a mariner on the high seas of your tides.