No softeners required, lemon or lime my ecstasy
my medication as I pace along lines
of the mind’s track field–
the muse knows nothing of the promise of tomorrow
nor predicts slow opening of your eyes,
your groans bittersweet
as cinnamon sweet and savory all at the same time–
still making me grin
your eyes dark as olive give away hints of a night
ungovernable,
let them trace my back and dust it red
as moonlight dances and touches upon the shelves–
I have waited too long
for expressions of your chocolate onyx want,
I want the song; I want the song.
Photo credits: The works of Miles Johnston, Pinterest
Word List: Onyx, Groan, Lemon, Shelves, Cinnamon.
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Posted on Pantry of Poetry and Prose @ Poets United
Such a heartfelt plea and stunning imagery – truly beautiful
Thank you so much, Jae 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
This is so true: “the muse knows nothing of the promise of tomorrow”
I am insane over this part: “your eyes dark as olive give away hints of a night
ungovernable”
“I have waited too long
for expressions of your chocolate onyx want,
I want the song; I want the song.” … WOW!!! I want way more letters to express my excitement over that ending, but it would seem silly, I suppose, to say “WWWWWOOOOOWWWWW.” Oh well, I’ve gone and done it anyhow. 🙂
Thank you so much, Lily 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
your groans bittersweet
as cinnamon sweet and savory all at the same time–
I love the sense of contrast you have attained in this poem. It is a very sensual write.
Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
” let them trace my back and dust it red”
This line left me wondering about the nature of this red. I can’t tell if it’s a good thing–a blush–or a not so good thing–like blood–but whatever it might be, it certainly caught my attention.
Thank you so much, Magaly 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
“your groans bittersweet
as cinnamon sweet and savory ” wow, very sensual. Magaly Guerrero, I’m thinking a blush and a flush
Thank you so much, Debi 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
Oh this is so filled with yearning… I found this as well in the words, but not a song quite like this.
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
A very sensual write!
Thank you so much, Toni 😀 so good to see you ❤️
All yummy and gorgeous as usual – and I particularly love that final repetition, beautifully used.
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Everyone seems happy with the way you manipulate your words to produce another stellar performance from you Sanaa. What an oustanding poem this is.
Thank you so much, Robin 😀 so good to see you ❤️
The senses are certainly tickled here – taste and smell – they aren’t easy to convey and you did it masterfully with the longing and passion!
Thank you so much, Margaret 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
Nice image of the lines
of the mind’s track field–!!!
Thank you so much, Rajani 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Love the yearning for the chocolate onyx, the want for the song.
Thank you so much, Colleen 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Erotic and sensual. A poem of deep longing…unrequited love.
Thank you so much, Rall 😀 so good to see you ❤️
So much want and hunger flowing in your words. It almost feels like an addiction in spots.
Thank you so much, Rommy 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
Ah, I LOVE those closing lines. I want the song…………wonderful.
Thank you so much, Sherry 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
“a night ungovernable…I want the song” – just brilliant, Sanaa.
,Sanaa that other sounds ‘wishywashy’ to me:
“your groans bittersweet
as cinnamon sweet and savory all at the same time–”
and
“nor predicts slow opening of your eyes,”
Then it goes on yet she ,,,,
..
I was pretty sure I had left a comment the day you posted but since it wasn’t her maybe I only read and had planned to come back later.
..
I had intended a person before t the comma that would identify the “wishy-washy” other.
I certainly don’t want you or your readers that i am saying your writing was wishy-washy.
..
Thank you so much, Jim 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
Thank you so much, H. Hennenburg 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Love, love this! Every line and image–the want is palpable
Sing on…the muse only knows now…
the muse knows nothing of the promise of tomorrow
“The muse knows nothing of the promise of tomorrow” – Time to move out on your own, not waiting for the right time. Beautiful, Sanaa!
I hope you get to sing your song someday. Your words are like floating down a slow river, your words are cool breezes from the mountains down to this peasant. I enjoy sharing your words with others, thank you.
“your eyes dark as olive give away hints of a night ungovernable” Oh, I love that line. So many rich images in your poem. Beautiful!