Rooted in Love

My fingers in her hair
a wind in the forest
playing amid the trees,
strumming her branches
into a floral cascade
on bare shoulders splashing

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Passing shadows –
from the essence of form
a dark flower blooms,
her black scent
diluting all boundaries
in the heady source of light.

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 So much passion spilled
on the altar of her
whose name is ocean,
whose eyes are sky,
whose face is the stillness
of dawn over the sea.

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Finding the poet –
a flower becomes a star,
then a moon,
then vanishes in his heart.

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Her body is made for worshipping ~
with every kiss I unfold
a flower in her skin
and a freckle made of wine
shining like a purple star.

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As through a poetry book
he leafed through her skin
and the poems flowed in streams
of a dark purple wine

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Heady with…

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