Art of Scars

Seeing an unfathomable darkness
from the cracks of her sparkling eyes,
he dove in and there he met her scarred
— vulnerable self and the beauty of her
broken heart which he was completely
unaware of, and he couldn’t restrain
himself from falling — for
The art of scars she bears beneath
her skin…

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Today — I am married to her tear drops

Today —
I am married to her tear drops
Twinkling crimson rays of twilight
Crawling down her soft cheeks.
I make love to them at
The end of day —
When the mighty sun dies
And the moon high above the sky,
When the music is drunk
And each note dances upon the air.
I shake the fading stars
Bang the night
Frenzied my heart in amaze
Listening to the echoing sea shell
And I make love to her
I make love to her tear drops
Cascading in a whirling wind
Of words and phrases.

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Gest for my love

O’ my Goddess,
in your hair-
cryptocrystalline blackishness
pierce deeply the sunshine,
when sway –
light withers
and night invades the day.
On your lips –
twilight deepens to scarlet
like vermilion-
forming in crimson red,
crowns softly your twinkling smile,
when your celestial beauty
lilt an ethereal whisper –
sighs only I hear.
And those eyes –
penetrate my being with such affection,
inebriate gasp in my breath –
your love,
your touch,
your gentle confluence.

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