Beau, remember me by

Half-baked, the notion registers itself
into the back of mind
and cold night, borrows body heat, as though
it were sugar plum;
giving us ever more reason to come closer—
to experience, to imagine whirled peace,
I watch, as breath rises as white-puffed clouds,
hear me clearly, for I won’t repeat.

The taste of supple skin, as urban bourbon,
the shape of you,
the delicious dilemma is second to none—
how I wish I could tip the world
off its axis so that you could fall into my arms,
the arch of your back,
rosebud lips both impudent and appealing,
I have devoured, many a time,
Miz Jelena’s sweet potato pie and must say
that it doesn’t nearly come as close—
you are desire incarnate.

And now change is brewing, it’s making its
way silently into the atmosphere,
and yet, we waste it,
we dither, we make excuses,
we pretend not to feel emotion even as
it’s staring us directly in the face, why?
What are we afraid of anyway?
The cherries of late summer are always the
very deepest of reds,
they remind me, that years which seem to
stretch out endlessly when we are soft
and still to be moulded, gather momentum.
Must we let chances slip away time
after time, after time?
                                                                      
Goodbye yellow brick road; no longer
will I look over my shoulder
nor ignore the blood pumping steadily
through veins,
mane as black waters, if you think it’s purely
a physical act,
then you have completely missed the point—
beau, as blossoms spread on the vine,
remember me by scent,
remember me by whispers in ear,
it all comes down to vibrational sounds,
to frequencies in the end,
it’s a holier bond, a hymn that begs close
the distance between—
“this is nuts!” he laughs as day breaks and
eudemonia paints the horizon.

 

 

 

Photo credits:  Pinterest

Lillian hosts at dVerse and invites us to incorporate Ben and Jerry’s ice-cream
flavors into our work. Come join us! ❤

Chosen words: Half-baked, sugar plum, imagine whirled peace, urban bourbon,
change is brewing,
Miz Jelena’s sweet potato pie, goodbye yellow brick road, this is nuts. 🍨

Posted for Poetics: “Make mine a double-dipper!” @dVerse Poets Pub

26 Responses

  1. Helen says:

    Oh My1 Your cup (or cone) runneth over …. this is delicious, Sanaa.

  2. lillian says:

    This ice cream cone is soooo tall I fear the scoops will fall out! But oh how delectably you’ve put them together in the romance story poem. “What are we afraid of anyway?” That line says it all! Let the romance begin and let us live!!!

    • Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Lillian 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️

      (and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🌹

  3. lynn__ says:

    I especially like: “if you think it’s purely a physical act, then you have completely missed the point.” Sex in marriage is a “holier bond, a hymn” and I’m glad you bring that out!

  4. rog leach says:

    as stunning as ever

  5. msjadeli says:

    How I love these lines:
    “how I wish I could tip the world
    off its axis so that you could fall into my arms,”

  6. I agree with Lisa, what a great visualization!! (makes me long for the apocalyptic end)!! You included so many of the prompt words with such ease! 👏👏

  7. Mish says:

    So well crafted as the ice cream flavours melted right into this masterpiece. Especially love your way of incorporating Miz Jelena’s sweet potato pie. This is a beauty of a poem, Sanaa.

  8. My instant favorite of yours, especially the gorgeous and wise second half. Very very nice.

  9. Nitin Lalit says:

    A poem of desire that uses beautiful, sensual imagery and is very romantic. I loved the humurous ending too. Great piece.

  10. This drew me in with your sensual use of words that intertwine with each other.

  11. Mary says:

    Oh, this has so many layers. I especially like the third stanza, and how everything suddenly shifts. Briliant!

  12. Punam says:

    This is so delectable, Sanaa! Sensual and layered. 💖💖

  13. Grace says:

    Beautifully sensual, specially the second stanza.

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