Darker than black

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Aloof and recalcitrant;
the sky speaks of alchemy that goes into shaping my landscapeโ€”
rolling hills
dressed in the colours of rain give a glimpse of what goes on inside;
this feeling is hard to explain.
I look into the mirror and see your face instead,
almond eyes vibrant with arrows sting;
they have managed to dye my implacable rivers red.
T
here is only the presentโ€” its soft consonants
continue
to ring in my ears, tearing apart the back seams;
what then were masks created for?
Do we really know ourselves as much as we let on?

The music of your amorous lips washes up
against barriers
and rises into nocturnal emptinessโ€” I surrender again and again,
this inclination is darker than black: this inclination is darker than black.

 

 

 

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A Skylover Wordlist: Alchemy, implacable, mask, aloof, almond, nocturnal, sting, landscape ๐Ÿ’

Posted for Writers’ Pantry @ Poets and Storytellers United

26 Replies to “Darker than black”

  1. Oooh, yummy! Despite the limitations of the situation, such sensuality.

    Love, in particular, those ‘implacable rivers’, ‘soft consonants’ and the final line. (Beautiful use of repetition.)

  2. You drew me in with a sky that โ€˜speaks of alchemyโ€™ and the rolling hills โ€˜dressed in the colours of rainโ€™, Sanaa! And the face in the mirror with โ€˜almond eyes vibrant with arrows stingโ€™ that โ€˜have managed to dye my implacable rivers redโ€™ is so full of passion. I like the repetition in the final line, which echoes the music of amorous lips washing up against barriers.

  3. “Aloof and recalcitrant;
    the sky speaks of alchemy”

    A riviting opening. You held me transfixed by the magic of the divine

    Happy Sunday Sanaa

    Much๐Ÿ’›๐ŸŒบ๐Ÿ’›love

  4. This seems sad, Sanaa. “what then were masks created for?” Masks to hide behind or maybe to protect ourselves. Sometimes people feel safe when they hide behind them.

  5. You really made good use of Skylover Wordlist. ๐Ÿ™‚ The speaker though asks some thought-provoking questions,
    “what then were masks created for?
    Do we really know ourselves as much as we let on?”
    A well written and contemplative piece, Sanaa. <3

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