Free Verse # 303 (under his fingers)

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Under his fingers
she quivers,
each touch
each breath
in her skin
a piano note
rippling the sky,
shivering
the world,
a sea of poetry.

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His touch
in her skin
a burning wick
melting away
her flesh
in fervent layers,
hot wax staining
crimson canvas,
painting
a bleeding heart.

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On caffeinated lips
her sleepless passion
swirls in wisps

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Open up and give,
scatter your smiles
so the world may live

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Her breath
over the lake…
mist of dawn

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Night again
clasps her bones
and she feels them
unfurling
a flower in his palms

Senryu # 118

Swallowing
its own shadows…
light of her eyes

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His breath
against her lips
a perfect rhyme

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Ginger and rose
for a fiery throat…
crewing cock haiku

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Berries ripe-red…
the white moon
for her gown

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A comet’s
burning furrow…
her breath and mine

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Tucked away
inside her fragrance…
moon’s gentle light

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Setting the dance…
the flower’s red lips,
the bee’s hungry heart