Poem I Wrote Sitting Across The Table From You

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I never imagined the sound of wind blowing on my window,
the dewy petrichor of post-rain afternoon
and melody of song would remind me of you,
could the impossible ensue so that I could lose myself
in the hollow
of your throat,
nothing quite brings to life again as smoothly, as effortlessly
as perfume.

I dance to the susurration of leaves,
my breathing blending with the swaying of flowering trees
as rose gold glimmers and fills up the evening sky
his perfume reminds me of patchouli, of fleeting inhibitions mixed
with the slightest hint of chivalry,

delicious are emotions stirring inside of me, I confess
I blush at my own thoughts these days.

The full moon harrows my heart,
in the deep black of my room your image floats into my mind
seasons come and seasons go,
the only constant that remains is the search for understanding,
as I write you words and softly kiss before they pour on paper.
I never imagined the first light of dawn,
the low hum of traffic and appeal of cherry marmalade on toast
would remind me of you,
perfume is when we make up for lost time,
when clouds momentarily stop and listen to prayers yet to be mouthed.

 

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56 thoughts on “Poem I Wrote Sitting Across The Table From You

  1. HA says:

    How bewitching is this perfume! There is a rush of heartfelt emotions in your words and the images that denote this bond and connection in such a wondrous tone.
    This line made me sigh: “my breathing blending with the swaying of flowering trees/as rose gold glimmers and fills up the evening sky”.
    Everything is so busy and yet so calm. A lovely verse, Sanaa! 🙂

  2. Kerry says:

    The full moon harrows my heart,
    in the deep black of my room your image floats into my mind
    seasons come and seasons go…

    I find these lines so moving and the poem deeply satisfying on so many different levels.

  3. Margaret says:

    “I never imagined the first light of dawn,
    the low hum of traffic and appeal of cherry marmalade on toast
    would remind me of you,

    such simple and everyday things, yet they bring him back… The sense of smell is very powerful and you locked into that here with this reflective poem.

  4. Kim M. Russell says:

    Such a beautiful blend of romance and pain, Sanaa! You’ve included my favourite smell: ‘the dewy petrichor of post-rain afternoon’ and my favourite sound: ‘the susurration of leaves’, and I love the lines:
    ‘perfume is when we make up for lost time,
    when clouds momentarily stop and listen to prayers yet to be mouthed’.

  5. Lori says:

    How closely scent is tied to memory. “I could lose myself in the hollow / of your throat” the scent lingers there, by the pulse and heat and without words.

  6. Mary says:

    What a beautiful poem, Sanaa. I can feel the depth of emotion, the love. I like the idea of writing the words, softly kissing them (I think) before putting them on paper. Almost like a prayer. And, ah the blushing at one’s own thoughts…definitely happens when love is in the air.

  7. marja says:

    Oh how beautiful I got lost in the scent of this poem. I so loved ” could the impossible ensue so that I could lose myself in the hollow of your throat,” and
    “my breathing blending with the swaying of flowering trees” and the last line is amazing
    “when clouds momentarily stop and listen to prayers yet to be mouthed.”
    Thanks for this enjoyment

  8. Akshay Bagga says:

    Omg..m not a poem guy.. but I am fond of whatever you pen down !
    Beautifully written, touched my soul !
    🥰

  9. Rommy says:

    Young love is such a heady thing. You captured the enchanted feeling–when the whole world seems to be made up of small reflections of the beloved and thus becomes a place of magic and possibilities–quite well.

  10. Sumana Roy says:

    The deep longing oozes through every word, specially in the lines : The full moon harrows my heart,
    in the deep black of my room your image floats into my mind…a bitter-sweet feel throughout. So beautifully put.

  11. Old Egg says:

    The trouble is that love hurts. How i enjoyed this poem Sanaa. I think we all may have been hurt in love.and age doesn’t necessarily lessen the hurt (so says the 80 yeare old!).

  12. Alyssa says:

    “seasons come and seasons go,
    the only constant that remains is the search for understanding,
    as I write you words and softly kiss before they pour
    on paper,”

    My goodness this is beautiful!

  13. Panchali says:

    Indeed…’search comes and seasons go’…So, smells trigger such strong emotions and image s. Beautiful poem, Sana’a…

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