Lips are just tinted to serve as portal into the human soul;
rosy-brown and intimate,
I have never quite been able to figure out if softness of his lips is more
than that of association with the words that he speaks—
my wings in raptures
about the ridge of his upper lip, glossy and thin,
fluent in deciphering rainbows in the dark,
a sensual fluidity synchronized
in mind and movement— my breath hitches at mere thought of them.
Warring with sleep, I listen to their song;
as syllables fall like cherry blossoms
spiraling downwards
on my one, my lone trembling sigh, making a Poet out of me.
Upon these lips a sacrament,
a liturgy, a confirmation, a rite is found; seeing something deep
within the other’s soul and recognizing it
as their own, wet orchids
clothed in spring rain,
there is something undeniably eternal about them for they too
are a passing point
of deeper communication—some of the most worthwhile moments
on this earth are when lips travel down to
the collarbone,
persistently as the moon glimmers on the waves; trust the vibes
you get from them, for energy doesn’t lie.
This is my confession, my adulation of his softer
than soft lips as clouds overhead immerse themselves; it rained all night.
Photo credits: Jarek Puczel “Lovers,” Painting Pinterest
An early unveiling of the April Poem-a-Day Challenge, Day 9 🥠
Grace hosts at dVerse and asks us to write a poem about bodyparts (e.g. eyes, hands, feet) as a metaphor and/or story 💝
Posted for MTB: “The Body and Poetry,” @ dVerse Poets Pub
46 Responses
Queen of the romantic and sensual….I knew you would rock this prompt. Just gorgeous, Sanaa. These words
“recognizing it
as their own, wet orchids
clothed in spring rain,” oh my…makes me swoon!
Thank you so much, Lillian 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Words from those lips are songs. Your lips poem is divine & soul searching with these lines:
Upon these lips a sacrament,
a liturgy, a confirmation, a rite is found; seeing something deep
within the other’s soul and recognizing it
as their own, wet orchids
clothed in spring rain.
Thank you so much, Grace 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
‘spiraling downwards
on my one, my lone trembling sigh, making a Poet out of me.’
Love is the perfect poetic muse and you translate your love into poetry so perfectly!
Thank you so much, Ingrid 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
What a gorgeous love poem, Sanaa, your fiancé must be delighted, and you will get to adulate his softer than soft lips all over again! I adore these almost Shakespearean lines:
‘I have never quite been able to figure out if softness of his lips is more
than that of association with the words that he speaks’.
These lines made me sit up:
‘about the ridge of his upper lip, glossy and thin,
fluent in deciphering rainbows in the dark,
a sensual fluidity synchronized
in mind and movement— my breath hitches at mere thought of them.’
And these lines are so sensual:
‘…some of the most worthwhile moments
on this earth are when lips travel down to
the collarbone’.
Awww gosh! Thank you so much, my dearest Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it! 💄❤️
Yes, he was delighted 😀 and the look on his face was priceless! Haha!
:::::swooning::::
You took me there, Sanaa.
Kisses are the language of love.
❤️❤️❤️
How delightfully sensual!
Thank you so much, Ken 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Beautifully sensual, and engagingly honest Sanaa! Excellent write my friend — it carried me.
Thank you so much, Rob 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Yeah, this is right up your aisle, Sanaa, and you DONE IT Goood!
Thank you so much, Ron 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Stunning and evocative. “A portal into the human soul” Beautiful!
Thank you so much, Mary 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Whoa…those lips speak without words! Love the final line, Sanaa 🙂
Thank you so much, Lynn 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
“spiraling downwards
on my one, my lone trembling sigh, making a Poet out of me.”
Oh my!
This is so sensual–a beautiful love poem, Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Merril 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Oh Sanaa it is so easy to get swept away by your words. I felt a brief trepidation when beginning to read this, a lisp of fear of feeling. But when in a river… it is a delight to be awash in your words
Thank you so much, Eric 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Oh so romantic Sanaa. Your words leave me tingling ☺️
“Warring with sleep, I listen to their song;
as syllables fall like cherry blossoms
spiraling downwards
on my one, my lone trembling sigh, making a Poet out of me.”
Thank you so much, Christine 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
The epitome of a perfect love poem. Simply lovely.
Thank you so much, Misky 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Wow! Amazing stuff! So sensual and intimate. Beautiful!
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Wonderfully sensuous and romantic!bev
Thank you so much, Beverly 😀 so glad the poem spoke to you 💄❤️
Oh how I loved this!!
Thank you so much, Helen 😀 the poem wrote itself once I came up with the title 💄❤️
wonderfully sensual, as always
Thank you so much, Kerfe 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
‘Warring with sleep I listen to their song’- what a brilliant line Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Linda 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Oh the romance of this!
❤️❤️❤️
So erotic, sensual, evokes that yearning feeling.
Thank you so much, Paul 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
This line is just phenomenal “if softness of his lips is more
than that of association with the words that he speaks”. A really wonderful image.
Thank you so much, Carol 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
So romantic. I especially liked
as syllables fall like cherry blossoms
spiraling downwards
on my one, my lone trembling sigh, making a Poet out of me.
You have a way with words.
Thank you so much, Alicia 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️