Free Verse # 290 (her, all the flowers in one)

Where his fingers touch her skin stars kindle
breathing out like radiant flowers
a fragrance more pure
than the jasmine-breath at dawn

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Winding through gray streets
My footsteps at dawn lead me
Always to your shore

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Cleansed
by the fires of her love…
I am what remains

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In her womb
his touch
a tide of stars
swelling wider
than the nightsky

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I, a thirsty butterfly.
Her, all the flowers in one.

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Her burning ache he balms
with a quiet touch,
with a penetrating gaze he unfurls
all the flowers of her memory,
all the seeds in her heart.

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Artist unknown
Artist unknown

Your palms
held against my eyes,
a chalice of clouds
drinking all my tears,
pooling them in your heart

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Tannourine, May 31, 2015
Tannourine, May 31, 2015

Yellow is for longing…
Behold then, my love,
An isle of this boundless sea
That for you lives in me…

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Tannourine, May 31, 2015
Tannourine, May 31, 2015

Ripening
each poem aches
to be plucked by the wind
and carried to rest,
a tangle in her hair,
a kiss on her cheek,
a star in the firmament
of her waving skin.

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Between us…
a shoreless ocean,
a universe of stars.
Between us…
poetry’s silent breath
at the edge of dawn.

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Breezing
through her being
his breath
an autumnal wind
baring her
leaf after leaf

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In the darkness
these fingers
trace your face,
its contours
the sky I worship,
its freckles the stars
leading me home.

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All the stars…
one jewel in the crown
of my love for you

Free Verse # 282 (enwombing each other)

Walking under the stars
as the moonlight
carves into my bones
the fires of your name

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Inside of you, inside of me,
we grow in each other
like a seed in the ground,
enwomb each other
like the enveloping sky.

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Who told the tree
to send her roots deep
and grow into the sky?
Likewise, inside you
I sprout and unfold
driven by an instinct
older than time.

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One coin from you
is worth
all the world’s treasure;

I take your silence
for the world’s music,
I take your presence
for its wildest pleasure.

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There’s no rest
except in the moments
when my eyes, sinking in yours,
merge with the sky.

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Tannourine, May 02, 2015, My Photo
Tannourine, May 02, 2015, My Photo

I open to her wonder
and words fail me,
a dry riverbed
tasting again
the beloved’s lips,
her beauty filling me
skin and bones,
melting me inside the river
flowing from her womb.

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The forest of poetry
in a single seed lies dormant,
one teardrop from your soul
and it flourishes, blazing
all ancient secrets, painting
all hidden dreams.