Remember when we were strangers?

You leave me unfinished
staring deeply into the abyss of time,
I, a rough sketch of desire, attempting to put words together
your scent lingers as rain
conjuring a gentle yet dark pattern upon my skin,
remember when we were strangers–
in tandem stationed in the bucolic hills
the shape of those days
meant nothing if either one of us wasn’t contained in them,
your scent dances around inside my head
as autumn leaves cascade to the ground unhindered–
the night has already beckoned the body to rest,
conscious of raw rush taking over as I drift into sleep.
Your lips erubescent — taste of the finest raisins and cherries
oh, how I wanted you to define me!
You are poetry that seeks to align me with the world
without pretense;
I, a warm and persistent candle wafting in the wind,
remember when we were strangers?

 

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Posted for Sanaa’s Challenge @ Real Toads

And on  Writers’ Pantry @ Poets and Storytellers United

52 Responses

  1. Vandana says:

    A stranger though, yet so close to heart, spreading warmth.

  2. Old Egg says:

    How comfortable we can be with people that once were strangers when we reveal to each other a desirable match. I often found that it was usually in the first touch that one’s confidence or concern reveals itself. and warmth obviously helps.

  3. Ella Wilson says:

    I kept thinking of wine when I read your words. The taste that lingers in one’s memories …leaves us with a profile of both bitter and sweet~ Beautiful!

  4. Barry says:

    This conveys so much sensuality and unrushed urgency, if there’s such a thing. I often struggle with finding a favorite part with your work, as each amazing line ties in to the last one and the next one… I come undone trying to grapple with this!

  5. Helen L Dehner says:

    Beautiful write! The scent of a lover, someone who is or once was part of you, never really fades.

  6. This gives me an image of two lovers going back to a memory of the moment that they first met, when they had not yet known each other in depth.
    The scent of rain and the taste of a kiss. Imagery that gives. Thank you, Sanaa

  7. This is beautifully written, Sanaa, and also I really like the word “erubescent.”

  8. Brendan says:

    Eros is the poem, blossoming round the traces of scent. Fine work showing how what we yearn and sing are florals of the same magnificence. Well done Sanaa, great prompt.

  9. Bjorn Rudberg says:

    When you know your lover’s scent, you know her real name and you cannot be strangers.

  10. Jim says:

    Sooo very nice, “puppy love” we call it here, or if no contact is made “a crush.” Also a first date without a second, or at least a third. I have a few of those of different sorts. We’ve been married though there are a couple of, then young, ladies I sometimes wonder about.
    Thank you for the nice prompt, even though I am on sabbatica I couldn’t help myself but to write for it. It works on its face but I couldn’t get a little deeper that I’d liked to have had.
    ..

  11. Vivian Zems says:

    A scent lingering like rain- a beautiful write

  12. Such a beautiful poem! Almost fantastical in its wondrous language and imagery, yet grounded and coherent; so well-structured. I think it’s my current favourite of yours. (But I know you will surpass it, as you always do.)

  13. Kerry says:

    You are poetry that seeks to align me with the world..

    Such a stunning line of poetry! You create rare beauty with your words, Sanaa.

  14. Jim says:

    So nicely written, Sanaa. You made me think of the folk, intimate or ‘friends ‘. I’ll think some more too, “remember when we were strangers?”
    ..

  15. Your opening lines made me sit up, Sanaa, and I love the phrase ‘a rough sketch of desire’ and the sensual appeal of ‘your scent lingers as rain’ – when you really know your lover – and ‘Your lips erubescent — taste of the finest raisins and cherries’.

  16. Jae Rose says:

    I love your parting lines

  17. “You are poetry that seeks to align me with the world.” This is such a wonderful line, Sanaa. So many implications. To me, it speaks of the power of perspective: Is poetry a dancer guiding the speaker towards balance and grace? Is poetry a wrangler pushing its way around until the speaker submit? Is poetry a partner? The list can go on. And that’s what I like about the line–it opens so many doors of thought.

  18. gillena says:

    “oh, how I wanted you to define me!”
    Ah yes the madness of immature absorbing love, i remember days like that

    Happy Sunday Sanaa

    Much❤love

  19. Wanting someone else to define us is a dangerous position, is it not?

  20. “the shape of those days / meant nothing if either one of us wasn’t contained in them” – a beautiful statement on how we define our realities and create our own meaning. This whole piece is really wonderful.

  21. ZQ says:

    I had “flash backs” (good ones) reading this.
    ZQ

  22. Bev says:

    It is often hard to capture the magic of “when we were strangers”. Your words capture the magic!

  23. Margaret says:

    …without pretense. Knowing someone so well, hard to imagine a time without them…

  24. Memories…traveling back to the beginning. It can be a blessing or a curse. Beautiful poem.

  25. Steve King says:

    It’s so true that an instant’s experience can color so much of life thereafter. A sensuous treatment of emotional attachment.

  26. Wendy Bourke says:

    Wonderful writing. ‘You are poetry that seeks to align me with the world’ ~ sigh ~ beautiful … an indelible line of poetry.

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