This sugar, this feeling tossed into the shoreline by a gathering storm

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Poem inspired by the title of Sappho’s poetic masterpiece, “In my eyes he matches the gods.”

and speak
for my tongue is broken,
my shoulders dusted with a soft blush
and the full moon
that serves as sole witness to possibility that alights
on my heart.

In my eyes he matches the gods,
the man
who with the slightest inclination of his brow
pours longing into lush reeds in water,
profusely gold
and I hearing nothing but sweet murmur of his voice
become as wind,
urging the night to linger awhile.

Savagely dark, I surrender to the sound of his breath
circling me
as clouds, as a flock of ravens wild,
I write him poems and make love on paper
lips as sour cherries,
I contemplate as outside the trees sing his name.

To wish a darkness in every eye that dares to lock with yours
is paradigm shift

tell me, is it so inscrutable a concept for me to want you
all to myself?
a wanton wave washes over me,
as I desire for meeting of souls, of fingers running through hair
and caressing my skin,
surely you must feel the same?
But all must be endured since even a poor hungers for bread,
your only cruelty is that there is smoke
and heat and flames
but you know not passion: it burns for you.

 

Photo credits: Pinterest

Re-posted on the Poetry Pantry 🌹

Posted for “Wild Friday: First Edition” @ Poets United

52 thoughts on “This sugar, this feeling tossed into the shoreline by a gathering storm

  1. Magaly Guerrero says:

    I so love the third stanza. The speakers description of the night, her confessions about needs being satisfied through ink, her connection to nature’s wilds. So many wonderful images in that stanza, so many truths. And the sensual tone dances with Sappho’s poem.

  2. Jim says:

    :
    “even a poor hungers for bread,” sers the stage, he is rich with potential but is a klutz that doesn’t appreciate the good. Very typical, and you showed us so nicely. Great ending, Sanaa.
    ..

  3. Kim M. Russell says:

    I missed this poem the first time around because I was busy with grandmother duties, so I’m delighted you shared it again at the pantry, Sanaa. Passion pulses through these lines! I love the fine details in the description of the man who ‘matches the gods’ and especially love the imagery in the lines:
    ‘… I surrender to the sound of his breath
    circling me
    as clouds, as a flock of ravens wild,
    I write him poems and make love on paper’
    and alliteration in:
    ‘a wanton wave washes over me’.

  4. Truedessa says:

    I must have missed this when you first posted the poem. I can feel the longing even though the heart knows the relationship is not good. I think you have captured the mixed feelings and the end result is true sadness.

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