In the heat of things

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I guess it wasn’t entirely unexpected;
the brilliant pearls of afterglow that sit as though cushioned
upon unadulterated mauve,
dusk arrives to bring us moonlight,
a time for quiet contemplation as the heart aligns
with mind—
I am sorry, I cannot save the world from what it has become;
waves of unexplained anxiety,
but I can promise you this,
I will adore the sweet hallow of your throat until
you slide into sleep;
hear you, calling me with your mind when you least expect it,
for while there is suffering, every soul out there
is battered,
somewhat like browning leaves – they have so little
left

to hold on to.
I am almost always in control,
of what goes on around me, of course, but particularly of myself—
but as of tonight,
I am taut, stretched, savage and urgent,
there is a moment when we realize,
when we know, when we understand; when suddenly
it all becomes clear
and everything changes— and I revel in the heat,
in the sacred mound of your sex;
all these thoughts
have your name upon them,

I guess it wasn’t entirely unexpected.

 

 

Photo credits: Richard Blunt Artwork, Pinterest

Posted for Weekly Scribblings @ Poets and Storytellers United

& Posted on Open Link Night @ dVerse Poets Pub

52 Replies to “In the heat of things”

  1. I like the way you returned to the opening line to close the circle of this poem, Sanaa, and love the use of colour to create atmosphere and drift into gentle passion. I especially like teh sadness in:
    ‘… every soul out there
    is battered,
    somewhat like browning leaves – they have so little
    left
    to hold on to.’

    1. Likewise! 😀 It was wonderful to see you and hear you read out your cinematic masterpiece, Glenn! I must admit, I was absolutely starstruck 😀 So glad you liked the poem 💄❤️

  2. Another great love poem from you. It seems a long time since I have visited your website. Must address that as your poems have so much to offer in a world that needs to keep love alive.

  3. “I am sorry, I cannot save the world from what it has become;
    waves of unexplained anxiety,
    but I can promise you this,
    I will adore the sweet hallow of your throat until
    you slide into sleep;”

    You had me wrapped around your finger for the duration, but this part especially stood out.

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