I watch him sleep in the early hours of morning,
mane as black waters, lips as rosebud
with a duskier fragrance,
a blend of bitter orange and sage—
and I mouth a silent prayer.
Outside the wind blows
violent, merciless, relentless and unyielding;
sometimes souls like ours just come together
like solving quadratic equations
by factoring—
leaning over, my gaze falls upon a tortoiseshell comb
with jeweled rims, a half-eaten loganberry
and a copy of Station Eleven.
I tiptoe into the dark heart of his desire,
slipping the comb into my hair;
breathing slower and faster at the same time—
is there any reason
as to why silence carries meaning as much as words
blinked from eyes,
while one mouth seeks the other?
Photo credits: Pinterest
A Skylover Wordlist: Merciless, tortoiseshell,
fragrant 💝
Posted for the Writers’ Pantry @ Poets and Storytellers United
Ohhh! My new favourite of yours. Perfection of sensual delight. That ‘mane of black waters’ etc. … I think I’d fall in love with him too.
Hmmm, I looked up Station Eleven. A bit scary at the present time!
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Oh! Gosh!! The how much the yearnings and longings for him, will he ever know about her love?
He most certainly does! Thank you so much, Vandana 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Lucky man! And lucky us to read such a beautiful and sensuous poem Sanaa. I especially loved “I tiptoe into the dark heart of his desire” which are really beautiful words.
Thank you so much, Robin 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Totally delicious write Sanaa, and perfect too for reading first thing in the morning – Seamlessly, you took me to that place, for sure…
Terrific as always…
Thank you so much, Scott 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Like Scott, I am reading y sensual poem in the morning. I like the way you juxtapose romance and arithmetic in the lines:
‘sometimes souls like ours just come together
like solving quadratic equations
by factoring’
and love ‘I tiptoe into the dark heart of his desire’.
I also like the way you slipped in a reference to the Coronavirus situation – I read and became completely engross in Station Eleven, a prophetic book.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
This is beautiful Sanaa and so so sensual and you have stirred up yearnings in my soul!
A lovely way to begin my Sunday.
Anna :o]
Thank you so much, Anna 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Beautifully sensual. Excellent words.
Thank you so much, Anthony 🙂 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Such intoxicating imagery – beautifully written
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Station Eleven, eh? I’d never heard of it so I Googled the title. Its inclusion in this fine work lends a VERY interesting tinge. Salute!!
Thank you so much, Ron 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Beauty in sensous passion
Happy Sunday Sanaa
Thanks for dropping by my sumie Sunday today.
Much❤love
Thank you so much, Gillena 🙂 so good to see you 💄❤️
much love …
I find that silence commands attention even more than words, because we must use our other senses. And I can feel that in this poem, she sees, smells and can almost taste him, and through these senses seeks to understand him better. The factors that encompass his soul, an accounting of him.
Thank you so much, Lori 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
a piece of delightfully sensual work!
i looked up Station Eleven. hope the current coronavirus troubles won’t blown up like that.
Hopefully not 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Cheong 💄❤️
An deep underlying adoration towards another. “Silence carries meaning as much as words” – such truth in one line that fits nearly anywhere.
Thank you so much, Joel 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
The images in this create such a perfect cocoon around the two–just lovely.
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Luscious!
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Really love the mystery in that comb. It made me think of that comb in Snowwhite, but fortunately there wasn’t any poison here.
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
I followed the comb through your hair and waiting for the sensual conclusion.
Thank you so much, Colleen 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
I really like the idea of love working like a mathematical equation. Mostly because I believe it. I know too many people say that love often makes no sense. Love makes a lot of sense to me, when we follow its rules to come to a resolution.
Thank you so much, Magaly 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
very delicately sensual. final lines clinch it.
Thank you so much, Abin 🙂 so good to see you 💄❤️
Lovers can say as much in silence as they do in a torrent of words.
Definitely 😉 thanks for stopping by, Rommy 💄❤️
This simile
“sometimes souls like ours just come together
like solving quadratic equations
by factoring—”
is fascinating! It’s a little jarring because it takes me out of the “feeling” and into the “thinking,” if that makes sense. I’m not sure if you meant to do that, Sanaa, but I enjoyed it.
Thank you so much, Jenna 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Lol! Loving the algebra of love here 🙂
Lol! 💄❤️ Thank you so much, Vivian 😀 so glad you liked it! 💄❤️
Had to look up loganberry, Sanaa! 🙂
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Lovely. sensual poem
Thank you so much, Rall 🙂 so good to see you 💄❤️