I almost always take the lead; owing to fire in blood
and stardust in bones,
words falling from mouth,
detecting hints of devilry in lilac tones and coy exchange,
it’s inevitable,
for morning is persistent that lovers part—
blades of grass and glistening dew,
there is something to be said
about evaporation that takes place between two people
in a single room.
What is it that men and women require?
Besides smoke that lingers long after contact is broken,
a delightful disorder,
I am aware of prayer of body calling me to rise,
a perfect design,
that thrills me far beyond poetry can explain,
the softer side of sun,
as feeling makes its way into the constricts of ribcage,
I implore you; do not beguile me more than I already am.
The careless clouds, pale stones and warm wind
bear witness, as slowly
the hours pass into nothingness
and memory takes us for a trip down its lane,
I somewhat
like having the knowledge that he has no choice
but to belong, rosier lips
admiring and instructing in equal measure,
there is a sweetness to the sting that pleasure carries
in its wake,
I find that I am never the answer but question
that he ends up asking himself—
dark globes of chandelier mirroring everything
that is evident;
is this something you can hope to live without?
Just then, the window at the end of the hallway throws
itself open.
Photo credits: Dark room with opened window, pexels
An early unveiling of the April Poem-a-Day Challenge, Day 8 🥠
Laura is our lovely hostess at dVerse where she invites us to write an Aubade.
Come join us! ❤️
Posted for MTB: Morning has broken @dVerse Poets Pub
Beautiful and heady with the scent of romance, Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Ingrid 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
you certainly have stardust and fire in your poetry Sanaa – a wonderful read full of stark and vivid imager and best of all a peppering of the unexpected like “blades of grass and glistening dew,”
Aww gosh! Thank you so much, Laura 😀 so glad you enjoyed it! 💄❤️
(and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🌹
So much fire in your blood and you sparkle with stardust
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Oh la la.. as some say…Sanaa I might have said words similar to ‘this is you at your highest eloquence’…but this verse is just fabulous…..I mean if poetry could replace food, and provide the right tastes and nutrients…this is the poem that does, my proof of this is I did not get to eat since dawn, and now feel I do not need to..wonderful, wonderful verse…just enough of everything…and thank goodness no ketchup involved in your words…
That is such high praise! Thank you so much, Ain 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
I am so touched that Ain, midst the landscape of war, still finds time for poetry; a proof of its potency. This piece is languid, yet dusky, dripping with ardor. The fire in your blood, the power in your intimacy is nothing short of miraculous.
Aww gosh! Thank you so much, Glenn 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
“I implore you; do not beguile me more than I already am.”
This line is reminiscent of a verse from Song of Songs.
Thank you so much, Tzvi 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Fabulous aubade for lovers, Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Lynn 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Your verses are heady with the sparkle of stardust, Sanaa! Gorgeous imagery! ❤️❤️
Thank you so much, Punam 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
As always, there is phrase after phrase that just nails the elusive that we all think we know, but can never quite articulate:
“for morning is persistent that lovers part”
“there is a sweetness to the sting that pleasure carries in its wake”
And then the unexpected intrusion of reality at the end.
Love it.
Thank you so much, Alexandra 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
“to fire in blood
and stardust in bones,”
Your words are just awesome. Luv this image.
Much💜love
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Much love back..