As deep as breath goes

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No softeners required, lemon or lime my ecstasy
my medication as I pace along lines
of the mind’s track field–
the muse knows nothing of the promise of tomorrow
nor predicts slow opening of your eyes,
your groans bittersweet
as cinnamon sweet and savory all at the same time–
still making me grin
your eyes dark as olive give away hints of a night
ungovernable,
let them trace my back and dust it red
as moonlight dances and touches upon the shelves–
I have waited too long
for expressions of your chocolate onyx want,
I want the song; I want the song.

 

Photo credits: The works of Miles Johnston, Pinterest

Word List: Onyx, Groan, Lemon, Shelves, Cinnamon.

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Posted on Pantry of Poetry and Prose @ Poets United

40 thoughts on “As deep as breath goes

  1. Lily says:

    This is so true: “the muse knows nothing of the promise of tomorrow”

    I am insane over this part: “your eyes dark as olive give away hints of a night
    ungovernable”

    “I have waited too long
    for expressions of your chocolate onyx want,
    I want the song; I want the song.” … WOW!!! I want way more letters to express my excitement over that ending, but it would seem silly, I suppose, to say “WWWWWOOOOOWWWWW.” Oh well, I’ve gone and done it anyhow. 🙂

  2. Kerry says:

    your groans bittersweet
    as cinnamon sweet and savory all at the same time–

    I love the sense of contrast you have attained in this poem. It is a very sensual write.

  3. Magaly Guerrero says:

    ” let them trace my back and dust it red”

    This line left me wondering about the nature of this red. I can’t tell if it’s a good thing–a blush–or a not so good thing–like blood–but whatever it might be, it certainly caught my attention.

    • Jim says:

      ,Sanaa that other sounds ‘wishywashy’ to me:
      “your groans bittersweet
      as cinnamon sweet and savory all at the same time–”
      and
      “nor predicts slow opening of your eyes,”
      Then it goes on yet she ,,,,
      ..
      I was pretty sure I had left a comment the day you posted but since it wasn’t her maybe I only read and had planned to come back later.
      ..

  4. Sara McNulty says:

    “The muse knows nothing of the promise of tomorrow” – Time to move out on your own, not waiting for the right time. Beautiful, Sanaa!

  5. Stranded Tree says:

    I hope you get to sing your song someday. Your words are like floating down a slow river, your words are cool breezes from the mountains down to this peasant. I enjoy sharing your words with others, thank you.

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