A momentary rustle of leaves;
as persuasion blossoms and fills the air
in endless ribbons of perfume,
as though an unseen presence
seizing one by the shoulders—
for the moon, is a cross between ominous
and sanguine
surely this cannot be a common episode,
a fleeting thing.
Lips as soft as butter; beg come and
explore the darkest colonnade of thoughts,
she is obstinate as virginia buttonweed
and lovelier in vision,
you can either be consumed or forged,
drown in the depths of melancholia
or indulge instead,
eyelashes fluttering against the cheekbones,
searching for confirmation in shyer regions;
they have an unusual tread.
And yet somehow one follows without sound,
having tasted sweet breath,
begin voyage with a shake of hand,
the night chuckles
as mistress perches upon the dead,
cobblestone roads burdened with memory
of both the willing
and apathetic,
I wonder what words did she craft,
what erotic glimpse
and what promises she made in exchange
to satiate their minds.
Come shut those French windows,
lest one be metamorphosed to limb or bough,
her gestures,
motion and wit assault,
while trees outside are slaughtered in bud—
this all hallows eve, let us battle all that lures
and charms,
refuse the arms of darkness,
no matter how melodious its song—
come let us be light as an old saying goes,
and though frost seduces the edge of petals
be reminded of spring
with conviction in a cup.
To this day, the world can hear her laughs.
Photo credits: Person holding a clear drinking glass by Mikhail Konetski, Pexels.
Posted for Open Link LIVE – November Edition @dVerse Poets Pub
I really love the lure of such a woman… I wonder if it would be possible to withstand such temptation… or if I would want to,
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Dark lusciousness, Sanaa! ❤️ This poem could be a companion piece to your Cocktail with Morpheus poem.
Thank you so much, my dearest Merril 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
come let us be light as an old saying goes,
and though frost seduces the edge of petals
be reminded of spring
I love these lines. Great to be on line and hear you read today.
Thank you so much, Dwight 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
This had a mischievous element that was titillatingly dark, in a most fascinating way Sanaa. I like this my friend. “Lips as soft as butter; beg come and
explore the darkest colonnade of thoughts…” oh yes! 😏✌🏼🕊❤️
Thank you so much, Rob 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
“the night chuckles”
Luv that image.
Much💛love
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Such a gorgeous poem, Sanaa. Love the chilling edge and the images you’ve conjured here. One is tempted to enter the dark side since you’ve made it so enticing! I love the whole thing but I found these lines particularly striking:
“in endless ribbons of perfume,”
“for the moon, is a cross between ominous
and sanguine”
“begin voyage with a shake of hand,
the night chuckles”
“refuse the arms of darkness,
no matter how melodious its song—”
“and though frost seduces the edge of petals”
<3
Awww gosh! Thank you so much, Sunra 😍 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
OK: everyone else has already made it extremely clear that this is one beautiful and artistically outstanding work, so I’ll just echo what they’re all saying, and thank you for sharing this awesome work.
Thank you so much, Ron 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Beautiful, appealing to all the senses. Love that lips as soft as butter.
Thank you so much, Grace 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Consumed or forged…what a choice!
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I love the idea of French doors (always wanted some) with trees outside and melodious sounds about. Enjoyed yesterday’s readings and thanks for visiting me.
Thank you so much, Yvonne 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
The dark side has never been more alluring! You evoke all the senses, Sanaa, with this amazing verse! ❤️❤️
Aww gosh! Thank you so much, Punam 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️