Loganberry Dreams

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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 sageβ€”
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 factoringβ€”
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 timeβ€”
is there any reason
as to why silence carries meaning
as much as words
blinked from eyes,

while one mouth seeks the other?

 

 

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A Skylover Wordlist:Β  Merciless, tortoiseshell,
fragrant πŸ’

Posted for the Writers’ Pantry @ Poets and Storytellers United

48 Replies to “Loganberry Dreams”

  1. 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!

  2. 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.

  3. Like Scott, I am reading y sensual poem in the morning. I like the way you juxtapose romance and arithmetic in the lines:
    β€˜sometimes souls like ours just come together
    like solving quadratic equations
    by factoring’
    and love β€˜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.

  4. 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!!

  5. 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.

  6. Really love the mystery in that comb. It made me think of that comb in Snowwhite, but fortunately there wasn’t any poison here.

  7. 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.

  8. This simile
    “sometimes souls like ours just come together
    like solving quadratic equations
    by factoringβ€””
    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.

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