You, therefore

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I have felt rain
falling
on top of my head,
heard soft crackling
of wood
and seen individual flames burn,
yet I know not this feeling that gushes toward
like the ocean
every time when I hear your voice.

It’s said that sensitivity is a staircase
each step
that we take allows ourselves to move in
another inch closer
nowhere to go
when you watch me as though I have got stars
in my eyes
I want to wrap my arms around you
as roots that grow
be the sun, the soil and wind
that your heart and soul requires to blossom
and never let you go.

You are nerves
You are sensation
soft petals red that swirl and caress my feet, 
before you
I’d merely dipped into desire
as a maiden unaware of first love,
first touch.
It breaks away and spreads as ripples in a lake
past memories, past woes, past pain
I have held my breath time and again
at mere thought of pressing your lips
against mine
sweet is ardor
salty is ache
your gaze is enough to melt the hardest of beings.

Come February,
I am wind-chimes in the winter breeze
a mimosa plant
awaiting the slightest chance
that a beloved comes and sets me free.

 

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Posted for Weekend Mini-Challenge @ Real Toads 

and Posted on the Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

54 thoughts on “You, therefore

  1. Akshay Bagga says:

    Beautiful poem, beautifully written by someone Gorgeous !
    “I have held my breath time and again
    at mere thought of pressing your lips
    against mine”
    Wow !

  2. Magaly Guerrero says:

    Strong emotions, particularly those fed by pheromones can be sooo overwhelming (often, in the best of ways). The tone of this piece makes me think of that. Of how love can feel, when it grabs us by the tips of everything we are and just takes us… no questions asked.

  3. Kim M. Russell says:

    You have conveyed the sensation of falling in love beautifully, Sanaa! You’ve captured it so well it the lines:
    ‘…I know not this feeling that gushes toward
    like the ocean
    every time when I hear your voice’;
    ‘I want to wrap my arms around you
    as roots that grow’;
    and the anticipation in the lines:
    ‘I am wind-chimes in the winter breeze
    a mimosa plant
    awaiting the slightest chance
    that a beloved comes and sets me free’.

  4. Rommy says:

    Oh man, young love… it lights up everything brighter than Times Square, NYC as it dances up and down every nerve ending we have.

  5. Old Egg says:

    Yes, this poem really is emotive, where the lead character is overwhelmed by love’s attraction. When love really comes into our lives we realize that all the previous dalliances were but nothing compared with the real thing. How beautifully you expressed those feelings Sanaa.

  6. kaykuala h says:

    Whenever Hank comes for a visit here at your blog Sanaa, Hank is made to feel so young at heart. You have invariably on offer something for those in throes of love and affections. Thanks for the happiness in feelings, Ma’am!

    Hank

  7. Thotpurge says:

    It’s said that sensitivity is a staircase
    each step
    that we take allows ourselves to move in
    another inch closer – so well said, Sanaa.

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