I never imagined the sound of wind blowing on my window,
the dewy petrichor of post-rain afternoon
and melody of song would remind me of you,
could the impossible ensue so that I could lose myself
in the hollow of your throat,
nothing quite brings to life again as smoothly, as effortlessly
as perfume.
I dance to the susurration of leaves,
my breathing blending with the swaying of flowering trees
as rose gold glimmers and fills up the evening sky
his perfume reminds me of patchouli, of fleeting inhibitions mixed
with the slightest hint of chivalry,
delicious are emotions stirring inside of me, I confess
I blush at my own thoughts these days.
The full moon harrows my heart,
in the deep black of my room your image floats into my mind
seasons come and seasons go,
the only constant that remains is the search for understanding,
as I write you words and softly kiss before they pour on paper.
I never imagined the first light of dawn,
the low hum of traffic and appeal of cherry marmalade on toast
would remind me of you,
perfume is when we make up for lost time,
when clouds momentarily stop and listen to prayers yet to be mouthed.
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How bewitching is this perfume! There is a rush of heartfelt emotions in your words and the images that denote this bond and connection in such a wondrous tone.
This line made me sigh: “my breathing blending with the swaying of flowering trees/as rose gold glimmers and fills up the evening sky”.
Everything is so busy and yet so calm. A lovely verse, Sanaa! 🙂
Thank you so much, Anmol 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
The full moon harrows my heart,
in the deep black of my room your image floats into my mind
seasons come and seasons go…
I find these lines so moving and the poem deeply satisfying on so many different levels.
Awww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you liked it! ❤️
“I never imagined the first light of dawn,
the low hum of traffic and appeal of cherry marmalade on toast
would remind me of you,
such simple and everyday things, yet they bring him back… The sense of smell is very powerful and you locked into that here with this reflective poem.
Thank you so much, Margaret 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
Such a beautiful blend of romance and pain, Sanaa! You’ve included my favourite smell: ‘the dewy petrichor of post-rain afternoon’ and my favourite sound: ‘the susurration of leaves’, and I love the lines:
‘perfume is when we make up for lost time,
when clouds momentarily stop and listen to prayers yet to be mouthed’.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
How closely scent is tied to memory. “I could lose myself in the hollow / of your throat” the scent lingers there, by the pulse and heat and without words.
Thank you so much, Lori 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
When you’ve got it bad for someone, everything reminds you of him/her. I just love strolling through the scented garden of your mind.
Thank you so much, Timoteo 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
What a beautiful poem, Sanaa. I can feel the depth of emotion, the love. I like the idea of writing the words, softly kissing them (I think) before putting them on paper. Almost like a prayer. And, ah the blushing at one’s own thoughts…definitely happens when love is in the air.
Thank you so much, Mary 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I hadn’t thought of patchouli as a male smell – but now that you mention it….
Beautiful, evocative words and phrases, beautifully put together, as always.
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
So many smells in this poem! I always thought of patchouli as a female scent!
Thank you so much, Toni 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Love the closing two lines, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Rajani 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Oh how beautiful I got lost in the scent of this poem. I so loved ” could the impossible ensue so that I could lose myself in the hollow of your throat,” and
“my breathing blending with the swaying of flowering trees” and the last line is amazing
“when clouds momentarily stop and listen to prayers yet to be mouthed.”
Thanks for this enjoyment
Thank you so much, Marja 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Omg..m not a poem guy.. but I am fond of whatever you pen down !
Beautifully written, touched my soul !
🥰
Thank you so much, Akshay 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Young love is such a heady thing. You captured the enchanted feeling–when the whole world seems to be made up of small reflections of the beloved and thus becomes a place of magic and possibilities–quite well.
Thank you so much, Rommy 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
The deep longing oozes through every word, specially in the lines : The full moon harrows my heart,
in the deep black of my room your image floats into my mind…a bitter-sweet feel throughout. So beautifully put.
Thank you so much, Sumana 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
The trouble is that love hurts. How i enjoyed this poem Sanaa. I think we all may have been hurt in love.and age doesn’t necessarily lessen the hurt (so says the 80 yeare old!).
Thank you so much, Robin 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
There is so much to savour in this poem lovely piece
Thank you so much, Jae 😀 so good to see you ❤️
There are so many beautiful lines in this romantic and sensuous write. I loved it!
Thank you so much, Myrna 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
This is so romantic Sanaa. Your writing astounds me!
Thank you so much, Linda 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
There is such lovely imagery in this poem, kiddo…oh, to be young, heart dncing with all the possibilities of romance!
Thank you so much, Sherry 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Luv that arresting power of perfume as stated in your last 3 lines Sanaa
Nice prompt too
Much❤🕊❤love
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Much🌷🌹🌻love
Deliciously sensual and emotive poem. I like the marmalade on toast comarison. Lovely.
Thank you so much, Cressida 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
Perfume does that; it effortlessly bring to life again memories of a loved one. Such a romantic poem!
Thank you so much, Khaya 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
“seasons come and seasons go,
the only constant that remains is the search for understanding,
as I write you words and softly kiss before they pour
on paper,”
My goodness this is beautiful!
Thank you so much, Alyssa 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
perfume is when we make up for lost time
How aromatic whiffs can be pulsatingly therapeutic to the lost soul. Yes, very much so, Sanaa!
Hank
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Hank ❤️
Indeed…’search comes and seasons go’…So, smells trigger such strong emotions and image s. Beautiful poem, Sana’a…
Thank you so much, Panchali 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Perfume as a way of making up for lost time: now, that’s an image for many meditations!
Thank you so much, MMT 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
Scent is a powerful and persona things. The things that emanate out of the perfume of flowers, of memories… conjure up all sorts of stories and feels.
Thank you so much, Magaly 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Perfume is romance, love, a stinging remembrance of what was. You have captured it perfectly!
Thank you so much, Sara 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️