The Anatomy of Desire
Sanaa -
January 20, 2022
PoetryPresent-Day Poems

I am not to everyone’s taste,
the crisp cadence
of soul drumming between howls of midnight
and edge of tomorrow
is a dose, is a religion poetic that will soak you
to the bone.

However fleeting, my favorite parts
of the day are the ones he has touched,
the pale translucent skin
of his throat is as frosted window,
is as blossoms and bay of fires in which my pen
wishes to descend into—
and I should,
for he deserves this state,
toss me the moon,
along blush suffused skin write unwavering presence
I imagine the clouds are jealous,
of desire
we bring into the open;
tell me, are my poems more palpable when examined
in detail?

And sometimes sleep feels like it’s unnecessary,
feels like winter when all I yearn
for is the summer of your lips,
slender and unassuming,
I do not make apologies for dark desire
to own you completely,
come taste emotions sweet, succulent and savory
follow me where the most
basic of appetites are revealed—
like endless fields that strawberries yield,
nothing is hidden,
love, not everyone understands the courage
it takes
to admit you are drowning in its waters—
both tempestuous and calming,
even your name is beautiful in my mouth; I have
but long drowned.

 

 

 

 

Photo credits: Still Life with Cheese and Grapes, Pexels.

Posted for Open Link LIVE – January Edition @dVerse Poets Pub

34 Responses

  1. Ingrid says:
    January 21, 2022 at 4:29 am

    So seductive, Sanaa – and those final lines are exquisite! ❤️

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  2. Revived Writer says:
    January 21, 2022 at 5:01 am

    “However fleeting, my favorite parts
    of the day are the ones he has touched” —
    💖💖💖

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  3. Bjorn Rudberg says:
    January 21, 2022 at 5:15 am

    To describe love as the process of drowning is so powerful, and it was great to hear you read it.

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  4. Merril D Smith says:
    January 21, 2022 at 5:34 am

    As Lillian says, you are “the queen of romance.” Beautiful, and I always enjoy hearing how your poems sound when you read them.
    “even your name is beautiful in my mouth” Sigh.

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  5. Ain says:
    January 21, 2022 at 5:41 am

    Agree, beautifully read …those last few lines…yes…but you built up to them too”‘Toss me the moon,’ stunning…

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  6. Ron. Lavalette says:
    January 21, 2022 at 5:45 am

    You’re the Hottie SR. H.O.T. Lovely lovework. Nobody does this like you. Thanks.

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  7. Kerfe says:
    January 21, 2022 at 7:48 am

    Love at its most intense. Drowning is exactly the feeling.

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  8. colleen Looseleaf says:
    January 21, 2022 at 9:16 am

    I love the way persons and objects converge and the sensuality of the seasons come into play.

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  9. Lillian says:
    January 21, 2022 at 9:57 am

    Oh sooooo romantic! I LOVED the ending of it most especially, which is why I asked you to read that part again. BEAUTIFUL! LOVE should always be this beautiful!!!

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  10. Tricia A Sankey says:
    January 21, 2022 at 10:03 am

    Loved the whole poem, I found this description so original, “the pale translucent skin of his throat is as frosted window,” then you delve into the blossoms and bay of fires!! Love the contrast which is so human in us all! 💓

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  11. Phillip A Woodruff says:
    January 22, 2022 at 4:35 am

    “And sometimes sleep feels like it’s unnecessary,
    feels like winter when all I yearn
    for is the summer of your lips,”

    a very sensual poem, telling without telling, very well done!

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  12. Punam says:
    January 23, 2022 at 2:20 am

    “even your name is beautiful in my mouth; I have
    but long drowned.”
    Sanaa, there is something about your poetry…”ik aag ka dariya hai aur doob ke jaana hai” ❤️❤️

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  13. Alexandra (Xan) says:
    January 23, 2022 at 7:14 am

    “sometimes sleep feels like winter when all I yearn for is the summer of your lips”

    Whew! Is it hot in here?

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  14. Brendan says:
    January 23, 2022 at 6:24 pm

    Eros is a mighty daimon as Diotima told Socrates, and poetry is the art of eros pure and limitless.

    imagine the clouds are jealous,
    of desire
    we bring into the open;
    tell me, are my poems more palpable when examined
    in detail?

    Like dirty things whispered into a languid ear.

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  15. Dwight L. Roth says:
    January 25, 2022 at 1:29 am

    I love your passion and energy fire by the fuel of desire! Your poems are so beautifully written. Enjoy the drowning in love’s sea and the little death that follows!

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