Adulation of his softer than soft lips

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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

45 Replies to “Adulation of his softer than soft lips”

  1. 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!

  2. 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.

  3. ‘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!

  4. 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’.

    1. 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!

  5. 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

  6. 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.”

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