He drips himself with water, his shoulders
squaring in front of a window full of light,
one would think
he is preparing for battle,
given his stance, but oh,
only the sun knows of heat that emanates,
smooth-skinned,
with a jawline sharp enough to slice the wind,
pray tell me, then
how you expect me to dodge?
His eyes slay me without apology,
their beauty I cannot sustain,
lips, slightly parted, gage, breathing in chaos
I wonder,
which era of night discerns fire that erupts,
you see, I am consumed,
neither grass nor sand subdue,
and now,
eros whispers until the full moon rises overnight.
In all honesty, I confess that dark mane
holds me captive
and ushers reason out the door,
I am a Poet, but words upon his gaze
fall short— his eyes slay me
without apology,
without a trace of remorse,
perfectly hued to match intensity.
Every reader’s exegesis will be different,
but if you add a line or three,
you will consider your time here well spent.
Photo credits: Pinterest
Loosely inspired by “Rondel of Merciless Beauty,” by Geoffrey Chaucer for the
onset of October 🍂
Posted for Open Link Night #370 @dVerse Poets Pub
26 Responses
Oh this just sizzles in sensuality…….
Endearing, exotic, wonderfully done.
Thank you so much, Ain 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
This is a wonderful introduction how we all sometimes fall victim to that merciless beauty in eyes, hair and the electric gaze. So passionate.
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
phew- this is a hot one but then your prompt is a perfect vehicle for your sensual writing Sanaa
“holds me captive
and ushers reason out the door, ”
spot on with that!
Thank you so much, Laura 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Oh yeah, “…he’s got Bette Davis eyes.”
Hahaha yes absolutely! Thanks for stopping by, Lisa 💄❤️
What an opening image, Sanaa, so sensual and cinematographic:
‘He drips himself with water, his shoulders
squaring in front of a window full of light’,
which reminds me of Mr Darcy in the lake in the film version of Pride and Prejudice.
So many wonderful phrases in your poem, such as ‘a jawline sharp enough to slice the wind’, and ‘his eyes slay me…perfectly hued to match intensity’.
Awww gosh! Thank you so much, Kim 😍 so glad you liked it! 💄❤️
(I love the film version of Pride and Prejudice too) 🥂
So sensuous and passionate, Sanaa.
“eros whispers until the full moon rises overnight” 💙
The title made me think of Keats, La Belle Dame Sans Merci”
Thank you so much, Merril 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Hope some day you find your way to Anne Carson’s “Eros the Bittersweet.” The assault of eros here overwhelming — loss of control is one the His hallmarks, with all the battle imagery intact. To be taken this is to be consumed by god.
Thank you so much, Brendan 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Beautiful, Sanaa 🤩 I love these lines especially:
“but words upon his gaze
fall short— his eyes slay me
without apology”
I also love the image of a “jawline sharp enough to slice the wind” ! 💕
Awww gosh! Thank you so much, Sunra 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Beautifully written, Sanaa!
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sensual. makes me think of the scent of jasmine and pears ~
Thank you so much, M 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
I love this line Sanaa,
His eyes slay me without apology
Another beautiful, sensuous poem ☺️💕
Thank you so much, Christine 😀 so glad the poem appealed to your poetic senses 💄❤️
Beautiful “sharp” imagery here: “with a jawline sharp enough to slice the wind” a very sexy poem!
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What a sharp, sensuous write, Sanaa. ❤️❤️
The title reminded me of Keats..
Thank you so much, Punam 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️