February Twilight

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Neither merlot nor pink,
unrelenting
is mirror and its gaze
a simple thing as touch is invisible
it can only be felt
like rays of the sun
or dew drops that glimmer upon a slope of grass.

Moments after the sky is tinted orange
I would sit with the thought of you
smiling
reminisce thunderous heartbeat
and drown
how alive is rhythm and yet nowhere
in sight
just as mist of your breath which hangs in twilight
February is just beginning
yet the prospect of you
has me blushing
in exchange for every promise, kiss and stolen glance
I’d give anything just to be near you
by your side
This innocence of yours has birthed in me
white hot desire.

This heart of mine is somewhat restless
as amaryllis bulbs join with darkened, clouded night
I am betrayed by anatomy
every emotion that comes together to form the art of my soul
it’s hard to imagine one wanting it any other way–
Come paint me,
as I close my eyes
knowing your hands will be softer in my dreams
invisible is barrier,
invisible is doting
I can contain no longer as winter days bathe longing.

 

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Posted for Poetics @ dVerse Poets pub 

And on Tuesday Platform @ Real Toads 

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50 thoughts on “February Twilight

  1. Merril D. Smith says:

    This is lush and lyrical. I like the intermingling of twilight/color with the passion expressed–and longing.
    These lines stood out for me: “how alive is rhythm and yet nowhere
    in sight
    just as mist of your breath which hangs in twilight”

    • Sanaa says:

      Awww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Merril 😀 so glad you enjoyed it! ❤️

      (and thank you for the lovely prompt) 🌹

  2. Grace says:

    I like the anticipation and awakending desire. This is my favorite part:

    Come paint me,
    as I close my eyes
    knowing your hands will be softer in my dreams

  3. rob kistner says:

    Oh my, Sanaa, Your poem here has me swooning and dreaming! This is just beautiful, and so tender and sensitive. Its sensual heart is indeed white hot! I loved this, and the photo was exquisitely and brilliantly paired with your piece! The emotional wave just kept building throughout. Splendid!

  4. Kim M. Russell says:

    I like the romance of the invisible touch that ‘can only be felt like rays of the sun / or dew drops that glimmer upon a slope of grass’, Sanaa. I get the feeling that, like February, this romance is still beginning.

  5. Bjorn Rudberg says:

    I love all the colors you paint your longing in… love how you describe the touch as invisible despite the fact that it left the marks of your blushing.

  6. Nora says:

    reminisce thunderous heartbeat
    and drown

    This is intense, Sanaa, and calls to mind some long-distance love affairs I’ve had, where each prospect of communication is a thrill down the spine.

  7. Sara McNulty says:

    My absolute favorite-

    Come paint me,
    as I close my eyes
    knowing your hands will be softer in my dreams
    invisible is barrier,
    invisible is doting
    I can contain no longer as winter days bathe longing.

  8. Timoteo says:

    As I was reading, I imagined that I was discovering something from one of the legendary women poets of the past…it has that kind of feel to it, and it is that good. Sanaa, you have blossomed into one of the major talents of our age, and I don’t toss those kind of comments around freely. (I love the photo too!)

  9. Jim says:

    I smiled [ 🙂 ] as I read this, Sanaa. Especially when I found myself, at least when I was young, “This innocence of yours .” I claim it, I was sooo naive. I don’t tell those stories, some ever, some not often.
    May I be the Hibiscus?
    ..

  10. HA says:

    Both the anatomy of desire and longing is so radiant in this light. I love your vocabulary here which flows with the rhythm of the verse in such a natural manner — the imagery and the recognizable metaphors make it so evocative too. It’s a lovely verse, Sanaa!

  11. Alyssa says:

    “This heart of mine is somewhat restless
    as amaryllis bulbs join with darkened, clouded night”

    This is utterly gorgeous in its choice of imagery and words, Sanaa!

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