Periodically, panting, the gleaming parquet floor
creaks underfoot;
pervasive thoughts halting to every urge,
like rose wine
the sense, the taste of you awakens every ounce,
every fiber of my soul-–
With every changing season,
I am looking for a reason.
Boastingly, brilliantly the blue sky inebriated
speaks of bravery,
as I trace circles with fingertips from lips
to collarbone,
thoroughly exploring wisps of breath;
Autumn is a time for bearing against the wind,
for introspection,
a combination of events, chances, wishes that thrill
beyond measure.
Dichotomy tells of contrasts between two things;
ebony black brooding
versus
dove-white conviction,
I have loved you without knowing how, without
knowing when,
I cannot decide whether it’s clairvoyance or déjà vu
that draws me to your being—only
that sweet sting of syntax serves as confirmation.
Are you afraid to believe?
To embrace the aching sensuality of your thighs?
I adore their resilience,
their vulnerability, their anger, their passion, their truth
and lies.
Love iambic – Love invigorating
With every changing season,
I am looking for a reason.
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Peter hosts on dVerse tonight and invites us to write the sounds of our poetry. (I hope I got it right) 🙂
Posted for MTB: Let Your Words Ring Out @ dVerse Poets Pub
The closing line, looking for that really made me think of all the build-up of longing you have in your poem….
is it really worth it. (yes)
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
This really reminded me of Wallace Stevens with these lines:
“Dichotomy tells of contrasts between two things;
ebony black brooding
versus
dove-white conviction…”
I love the sound and the rhythm in this piece, and this as well is brilliant:
“Love iambic – Love invigorating
With every changing season,
I am looking for a reason.”
The rhyme, the repetition here, it’s gorgeous and mesmerizing. This piece in its entirety is sensual with intimacy, accepting oneself, and being vulnerable with emotions. That’s visceral and beautiful the way you weaved these themes together. Very well-written!
Thank you so much, Lucy 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Oh my! This is beautiful! Such a wonderful flow and rhythm. And I love the closing lines!
Thank you so much, Merril 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
What Lucy said. Sanaa, this is one of your most sophisticated and full-blown poetics. You took every aspect of the sound prompt, alliteration, rhyme and refrain, and you soared with it, sprinkling it with romance, lust, and reaching for the understanding of love. I adored this piece; congrats. “I have loved you without knowing how, without knowing when”–so cool, makes me swoon and smile.
Awww gosh! Thank you so much, Glenn 😀 so glad you liked it! 💄❤️
(You are always so kind with your comments)
Yes, lots of sensual sounds here – adds to the yearning in this piece – ‘black brooding’; ‘sweet sting of syntax serves’ great soundings – I particularly liked ‘…sense, the taste of you awakens…’ the s sounds – sense and taste – and the long a’s – ‘taste’ ‘awakens’ – lovely stuff. Thanks for joining in the fun today.
Thank you so much, Peter 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
(and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🌹
Love the refrain in this, Sanaa, could be a song. Great opening too:
“Periodically, panting, the gleaming parquet floor….
Well done..JIM
Thank you so much, Jim 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Your poem illustrates “it’s complicated” so very well. The mood swings, the agonizing wonderings. Oscar Wilde said, “Life is a daring adventure — or nothing.”
Thank you so much, Lisa 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Lucy said it well, this is a true love poem whispering and roaring the complexity of love lust longing … waiting knowing yet unknowing!
Thank you so much, Kate 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Lovely sense of fragility comes through the alliteration as well as the solidity of love.
Thank you so much, Dora 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
This is so beautifully done. Your words weave the sensual and the seasonal as though they are one. I love your word plays….
ebony black brooding
versus
dove-white conviction,
that sweet sting of syntax
Thank you so much, Dwight 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Fave: Uncertainty about clairvoyance or deja vu.
It’s all awesome but THAT’S my kinda line!
❤️❤️❤️
Most of what I wanted to say has already been said, Sanaa. I love the way you spread the alliteration on ‘p’ and ‘b’ (labial sounds) which makes it sound like little kisses throughout your poem, and the passion in the lines:
‘the sense, the taste of you awakens every ounce,
every fiber of my soul’
and
‘…I trace circles with fingertips from lips
to collarbone,
thoroughly exploring wisps of breath’.
Thank you so much, my dearest Kim 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
I am blown away by this, Sanaa! ‘sweet sting of syntax‘ – just wow! The whole poem 🙏🙏🙏
Thank you so much, Ingrid 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
‘Autumn is a time for bearing against the wind’
I like that line!
Thank you so much, Jane 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
“I have loved you without knowing how, without
knowing when”
Absolutely stunning poem. Thank you
Thank you so much, Lonely Recluse 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Excellent refrain, and you continue to be the Queen of Sexual Longing. (great title to have, by the way)
Thank you so much, Sara 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️