Why does the sky blush so much,
I know, oh
mere mention of his name at early black
or is it that body unfurls into poetry—
more than holy for some.
Tell me what it is to touch,
darkly so
ache of words as they trickle down his back
the shape, the feel and the danger on a rotary—
akin to a ripe plum.
Ever so slightly a smudge;
beau, beau, beau!
Bulrushes and underbrush were bare, brag,
for January is curious, is based solely—
gift me every ounce, crumb.
There’s no addiction as such;
where to go,
tangle of sheets, wild thoughts to be exact,
my fingers keep searching in violins so lovely—
sweet confessions that thrum.
I reckon, like sugar rush
strong and slow,
how can he see so deep, in turn affect?
my world in an instant then change irrevocably—
I fall in arms of sun.
Photo credits: “The Lovers,” by Jarek Puczel, Pinterest
Form: Rimas Dissolutas
Posted for Poetics: Exploring the realm of French Literature @dVerse Poets Pub
45 Responses
Oh how truly lovely… you really had me in those romantic dreams, the tangle of sheet, and trickle of words… a great read.
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
This is so delicious, Sanaa! A romantic dream ❤️
‘beau, beau, beau!
Bulrushes and underbrush were bare, brag,’
Love all that alliteration and the assonance woven in – delightful!
Thank you so much, Ingrid 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Mesmerizing as always. I really liked these lines, “my fingers keep searching in violins so lovely—
sweet confessions that thrum.” And the last line is perfect, “I fall in arms of sun.” We are all on a journey into that light! ✨
Thank you so much, Tricia 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Like falling into a romantic dreamscape. Specially love: ripe plum, wild thoughts, sweet confessions that thrum. Thank you for hosting.
Thank you so much, Grace 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
I enjoyed hosting the challenge!
Delightfully romantic, dreamy, and exceptionally crafted. I found this form to be quite the challenge, but you so artfully published a profoundly delightful piece!
Thank you so much, Masa 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Sanaa- deliciously romantic and that last line is superb!
Thank you so much, Linda 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Such a lovely poem! The imagery is incredible!
Thank you so much, Philip 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
A tempestuous romantic poem, Sanaa! Love is a holy bond. Well done.
Yes! Thank you so much, Dwight 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Love the painting and the last stanza. The sugar rush is such a perfect description of the feeling of sun on the skin. I loved that final swoon. Hope to feel it again myself soon. Cheers.
Awww gosh! Thank you so much, K. Hartless 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Amazing! Thank you for the lesson and prompt, too.
Thank you so much, Cindy 😀 so good to see you, glad you enjoyed the prompt 💄❤️
Lovely!
❤️❤️❤️
stunning.
Thank you so much, Roger 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
A lovely romantic poem, that resounds with rhythm! I did like the rhythm very much..
Thank you so much, Ain 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Succulent! Wow…
Thank you so much, Selma 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
A dash of sunny falls in arm of sun? Very appropriate! 😀
<3
David
Hahahaha indeed! ❤️❤️
I’ve always thought of the troubadours as reinventors, distilling their love-songs from church music. There’s something both lush and cathedral here in this invitation to voyage between lovers, an opiate nunnery of song. Dangerously exhilarating, like defying a thousand-year-dead faith. I always marvel to see how your poems leap forward in language and sensibility, so great to see such growth and promise — a “ripe plum” falling in “arms of sun.”
That is such high praise! Thank you so much, Brendan 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
So gorgeous, romantic, and sensual, Sanaa! You really made this form your own. ❤️
Thank you so much, Merril 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
A beautiful romantic poem Sanaa. It is truly magical in this form ☺️💕
Thank you so much, Christine 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
A truly beautiful poem! I loved
“ache of words as they trickle down his back
the shape, the feel and the danger on a rotary—
akin to a ripe plum.”
🙂
Thank you so much, Veera 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Oh, my! You totally owned this form, Sanaa, with this lush, sensuous write! So gorgeous. ❤️❤️
Thank you so much, Punam 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Beautiful, Sanaa! Absolutely amazing.
Thank you so much, Lucy 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
You nailed those rhyming stanza lines.
Thank you so much, Sean 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
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