Orange peel and smoke

Desire begins quietly:

like the smell of oranges after rain,
like a window left open in winter,
like something nameless pacing just outside the light.

Desire is:

a match struck under the tongue,
a glass of wine left breathing in the dark,
a hand hovering over a bruise,

the slow untying of gloves,
a wolf circling the same patch of snow,
perfume trapped inside an old coat,

a locked room with music behind it,
a train heard at midnight from miles away,
salt drying on bitten lips,

smoke curling from an unread letter,
the moon lowering itself into black water,
a knife polished until it reflects your face,

the moment before thunder admits itself,
the ache in a violin string before the bow,
a hunger elegant enough to call itself devotion.

And afterwardβ€”

the room still breathing around you,
candles collapsed into their own wax,
a single glove abandoned on the floor,
the window fogged with vanished mouths,
your name tasting different in your own mouth,
like something stolen gently from the dark.

 

 

 

Photo credits: Still life orange by Elena Katsyura, Pinterest

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38 Responses

  1. Helen says:

    Your list is one that readers are going to want to commit to memory ~~~ I already have. Cheers, Sanaa.

  2. Ken Gierke says:

    This desire, in itself, is almost enough to satisfy.

  3. Such wonderful imagery. Sigh. πŸ’™
    I especially liked
    “the moment before thunder admits itself,
    the ache in a violin string before the bow,”

    The glove made me think of Bridgerton. 😊

  4. kaykuala h says:

    your name tasting different in your own mouth,
    like something stolen gently from the dark.

    Not just a satisfaction and a relief but more of being able to declare a triumph
    from the regular inconveniences. Grand close Sanaa!

    Hank

  5. Gillena Cox says:

    Luv this list poem, Sanaa

    Much love

  6. Stunning images, Sanaa. What an incredibly original and beautiful poem!!!!!

  7. Ange says:

    Sanaa fabulous imagery – love it πŸ₯°

  8. bjΓΆrn says:

    I love all the imagery of desire, and also the switch to afterwards which begs me asking if the desire was fulfilled or not…
    Maybe it will be the same in both cases:
    Giving in is guilt and being stoich build regrets.

  9. This a an amazing poem. every line stands out.

  10. shaun says:

    Fine sensual imagery, Sanaa, and then showing the room. Excellent πŸ‘

  11. Dora says:

    Just an exquisitely crafted list, Sanaa, communicating that nameless feeling we call desire but which as you show is a wealth of sensations that once drowns in. Beautifully written, my friend.

  12. lynn__ says:

    Wow, Sanaa, this is a stunning list describing desire…makes an impression for sure!

  13. Jae Rose says:

    Such beautifully flowing words and imagery – Jae

  14. J Cosmo Newbery says:

    I could smell it all. Thank you.

  15. Brendan says:

    A list which intensifies with each seductive item to a climax to an intimate disentagling languor, hopefully with enough night reflected on its cooling glaze of sweat.

  16. eric erb says:

    i get from this that desire is a string tying love to lust, light to dark, and you pluck that string and sing its resonance

  17. Sara McNulty says:

    Incredible imagery, Sanaa. I love the wrap-up at the end.

  18. Sunra Rainz says:

    Wow! Yes, I agree, that is exactly what desire is! Too many good lines to quote, just love the whole thingπŸ‘ŒπŸΌ

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