Jon Blanes

When this distance becomes a memory
we will grow strong in each other,
my roots in you and your roots in me.
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In the ocean of the night
under a star burning sky
my heart spills upon liquid streets.
It pours the pain of moments lost
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I used to look at you
when you weren't looking,
because I didn't want you
to owe me anything;
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I planted us in the field together
so that our roots may entwine
and we may grow towards the same sky;
together in the spring, together
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If I loved you
if my words were flame,
if my passion poured over you
like broken stars.
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I am an acolyte of
your deliquescence,
your
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As a sunset flames
in a crimson sky,
my eyes flash
a dawn of golden blue;
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We are young for love
drowning as we are
in the crushing blue
of the divided months.
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Mountain girl, eyes of sky
Star laden feet from moonlight passes
the evening wind winding around your waist
fragrant with the apple blossom.
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When it rains here it lasts a long time;
all through the night, the morning
and sometimes the afternoon too.
I lay awake listening to the rain,
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In you I throw my heart, like a soft sun in a summer sky,
hiding behind a blade of grass, enlarging our love in your azure eyes.
Laying with you under immanent dawns, and hazy moons of broken light, loving you through blue nights in the circle of your flesh.
Your kisses caressing me then falling to the ground
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I do not love you because of your gentle heart,
or your broken wings.
I do not love you for the stars that fall from your hair,
in our nights filled by your restless sleep.
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One day
I turned the page of my existence
and there you were,
silent in your beauty.
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Raven hair
storms the skies,
tangled wild
in blue.
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They will leave you
on a summers day,
as the sun casts
its longest shadow.
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Your hair falls like the night,
silent and covered in stars.
Your lips ripen as summer fruit
from the orchard of your olive skin.
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Sky breaker you
have broken my sky,
I live in a world of sunsets
yearning for dawn.
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Bodies touch when lips kiss,
hands reach out
eyes close
hearts open.
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Once in the poem of my life,
I walked the shores
of your symmetry.
I smelt the aroma of blossom trees
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She came without flesh
on the stallion of the night,
I nearly traded her the wind
for her steed, raven black as it was
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