February: The wild, the sweet and the unpredictable

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The thought of rose wine comes to me
when I touch your lips
and I fall away deep into the natural laws
of the cosmosβ€”
the best love is the one which is unexpected,
long nights of lost sleep
and deep conversation,
I watch as expression changes from bewilderment
to delight
in the garden of your mind;
your eyes
a form of provocation which seek the stories in mine.

Have I told you just how baffling it seems?
To adore one with all their flaws
and beauty
the way you seem to accomplish with meβ€”
I am taken by the curve of forgetting the storms
of past decades
which laugh at the approach of midnight.

If innervation is first
then let me taste fully the extent of your kissβ€”
berry-sweet,
causing me to make brave wishes;
I’d do anything to make your heart sing,
guide your hands
irresistibly with my voice.
You are the sky that cradles my poetic being,
my sun,
my venus and my moon; let me hold you
I am on the edge of something that goes beyond words.

 

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Posted for Writers’ Pantry @ Poets and Storytellers United

42 Replies to “February: The wild, the sweet and the unpredictable”

    1. Awwwww gosh!πŸ’„β€οΈ Thank you so much, Rosemary πŸ˜€ you are too kind, so glad you enjoyed it!πŸ’„β€οΈ

  1. I love the way you encapsulated February in your title, Sanaa. At the moment it is exceptionally wild here, as we have been visited by Storm Dennis! This poem is rich with romance. I especially like:
    β€˜your eyes
    a form of provocation which seek the stories in mine’
    and
    β€˜β€¦let me taste fully the extent of your kissβ€”
    berry-sweet,
    causing me to make brave wishes;
    I’d do anything to make your heart sing’.
    How thrilling to be β€˜on the edge of something that goes beyond words’!

  2. “I watch as expression changes from bewilderment
    to delight
    in the garden of your mind;”
    To be able to share time in the garden between two people in love on the journey to the “edge of something that goes beyond words.”
    Sanaa, once again you take us on a journey and teach us a new word or two.

  3. Sanna, I love the way you have your poet’s ending, admitting a partial failure. But she tried so hard.
    One of my favorite parts are these,
    “… garden of your mind;
    your eyes
    a form of provocation which seek the stories in mine ,,,”
    Thanks for hosting too.
    ..

  4. Such passionate writing, Sanaa. I particularly loved,

    β€œ I am taken by the curve of forgetting the storms
    of past decades
    which laugh at the approach of midnight.”

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