I never quite grasped the concept of erotic frisson
until we collided;
as shafts of wheat blowing in the wind,
mood of a paling moon
and white soft petals falling from a tree–
believe me, when I tell you
that presence
persuades a breath of ease,
while body is led to explore a myriad of emotions
otherwise lost in thought.
Pretty in red, I climb into the folds
of bed,
feel the satin sheets burn and dare myself
to address what’s in my head,
it’s easier to let go of inhibitions,
once you have understood
desire and plunged into its depths–
he is Eros incarnate,
willing to kiss novels in the soft of my back.
And now, I am as though a pomegranate
cut in half
and spilled into his hands,
a residue of coition, to state, if I am
to be bold,
I slip on a dress, and make do with
what’s left of consciousness,
this act of
sensual abandon is both gentle and commanding–
And yet, somehow, one arrives at a
sweet conclusion;
in a setting
that if lit by morning, would rouse even
the most stoic of souls,
let go,
yes, let go of this measured sestet
of control,
he is quiet musings of a dream unfinished–
I think of him every second.
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Posted for Open Link Night #359 @dVerse Poets Pub
28 Responses
Stunningly passionate, Sanaa! This poem would burn the page if I wasn’t reading it on my laptop! Especially:
‘he is Eros incarnate,
willing to kiss novels in the soft of my back’
and
‘…I am as though a pomegranate
cut in half
and spilled into his hands’.
Thank you so much, Kim 😍 so glad the poem resonated with you! 💄❤️
I love the moment of sensual abandon. Specially love the imagery of the pomegranate, cut in half and spilled in his hands.
Thank you so much, Grace 🥰 so glad you enjoyed it! 💄❤️
I felt that erotic frisson as I read your words, Sanaa! Sensual with lush imagery and I agree with Kim, your poem is lit. ❤️🔥
Thank you so much, my dearest Punam 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
“and dare myself
to address what’s in my head,
it’s easier to let go of inhibitions,
once you have understood
desire and plunged into its depths–”
I especially like this part.
Thank you so much, Melissa 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
It could have been titled ‘A Woman In Love’ – 🙂
Deeply sensual, wildly passionate yet gentle and beautiful.
A lovely poem.
Thank you so much, Shirley 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
My heart rate increasing, my lips moist .. I try with all my might to recall those heady days of passion (you do them so well) … and I do remember, quite fondly. Those were days, my friend.
Thank you so much, Helen 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
This world is a world within a world. Melts like butter, splits in two like atoms expanding.
❤️❤️❤️
I love your beautiful dreamy erotic poem, Sanaa! The mind is a wonderful and powerful thing.
Thank you so much, Dwight 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Gossamer and electric yet serene – that breathy surrender here is sublime. I hope one day you’ll read Anne Carson’s “Eros the Bittersweet.” The logos and poetics of Eros was first breathed into written word when literacy was new in Greece, around 600 BC. Sappho is your girl.
Thank you so much, B 😀 so glad the poem and its imagery appealed to you 💄❤️
PS: I will check it out!
I love how the sensuality in the poem feels so wild and delicate at the same time; this was my favourite part : “Pretty in red, I climb into the folds
of bed,
feel the satin sheets burn and dare myself
to address what’s in my head, “
Thank you so much, Oloriel 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Beautiful poem, Sanaa. Love these lines especially:
“willing to kiss novels in the soft of my back.”
“I slip on a dress, and make do with
what’s left of consciousness,”
“let go of this measured sestet
of control,
he is quiet musings of a dream unfinished–”
❤️
Thank you so much, Sunra 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Full of such sensual imagery–especially the pomegranate. Such passion! ❤️❤️
Thank you so much, Merril 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Bravo!!! A very sensous write
Much♡love
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What a beautiful and incredibly erotic poem, Saana. Wow.
“And now, I am as though a pomegranate
cut in half
and spilled into his hands, ” is brilliant.
Thank you so much, Judy 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️