Flawless, the curve of your lips, your
unafraid tongue on the cusp of mine,
I savour the way your words undress
doubt, dissipating with decisive force.
Peony in the sky delineates nothing
is against pink, I’ll shape your desire
percolate through language of soul.
Yours is the only poem I ache to write
as waves crash upon a sky gone grey,
let us breathe in the scent of unquiet
dreams, anticipate spring delayed by
winter’s cold.
Photo credits: Wassily Kandinsky 1932
Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads
18 Responses
Such an accomplished and beautiful poem Sanaa 🙂
Thank you so much, Jae 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Delicious poetry Sanaa
Thank you so much, Paul 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Love this poem, Sanaa, especially the last stanza, beautiful all 🙂
Thank you so much, Ellecee 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Enjoyed reading your poem.
Thank you so much, Annell 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
I savour the way your words undress
doubt, dissipating with decisive force…
I love the way you have worked the metaphor, Sanaa. Great choice of pic!
Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
(and thank you for the lovely prompt)
First two lines really drew me in… and the ending, well – many of us are seeking spring (ice storm last night in NC – crazy!)
Thank you so much, Margaret 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
Wow, Sanaa, ‘I savour the way your words undress doubt’ – that’ sizzles! I also love the line:
‘Yours is the only poem I ache to write’.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
I love this line so much: yours is the only poem I ache to write… Wow.
Thank you so much, Toni 😀 so good to see you ❤️
the way your words undress
doubt… love that!
Thank you so much, Rajani 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️