Perfumed, his breath writes sonnets on supple skin;
places a kiss or two on the forehead,
this attachment
is both fiery and tender,
is intellectual foreplay and deep
conversation—
I float further down its stream.
These sombre lashes are brave enough to delve in;
love him when he is lost,
when he’s dressed in tidal waves,
there is no pretending—
we tend to draw a straight line
knowing well that it won’t be perfect,
eat croissants,
and the repeat the same the next day;
such are customs of the world we live in.
And now it’s Spring once again;
I think of crocus and darkening of the southern sky,
observe, the laughter of children
when the wind
blows circles around ash trees—
how is it that the hummingbird knows well
its sheltering bough,
how is it that the moon knows to shape
features every night,
perhaps we will never know, perhaps
we will never know.
It’s getting harder and harder for insatiable soul
to breathe;
sit still and brood like the clouds in July,
his heart is a mosque
that I visit when everything is falling apart—
cobalt blue
in its serenity and quietude.
I am quiet because I am filled to the brim,
because I am filled to the brim.
We bloom despite the storms that rage.
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Posted for OLN #334 March LIVE Edition @dVerse Poets Pub
I love how you start with the passionate part and end with the more quiet togetherness that is what makes a relationship great.
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
That’s the best kind, Sanaa <3
A gorgeous poem…
Much love,
David
“love him when he is lost,
when he’s dressed in tidal waves,
there is no pretending–”
“his heart is a mosque
that I visit when everything is falling apart”
“We bloom despite the storms that rage.”
These are my favorite parts. And I love that if I read it backwards starting with the last sentence, it works just as well.
Oh, this is gorgeous, Sanaa. Those last 7 lines especially are stunning. One of your best. 💙
I really enjoyed hearing you read this beautiful poem. This is such a great set of lines:
These sombre lashes are brave enough to delve in;
love him when he is lost,
when he’s dressed in tidal waves,
Love the season of spring and that whole last stanza. And also, enjoyed the read today in OLN Live.
You are enchanting ~~~~
“his heart is a mosque
that I visit when everything is falling apart—
cobalt blue
in its serenity and quietude. ”
Beautiful metaphor , Sanaa.
JIM
Lovers are passionate in their seeking knowledge and respite in the other – as you say so sweetly here — love being the alembic and most noble metal of that work. Making love last, now that’s for sturdier engineers than poets. The fragrance of the work is what drives the poetry … Anyway, playing with the alchemy you invoke. It wakens and will madden your poems. This is rosy with the fire.
Bravo on your reading yesterday Sanaa.
Much💜love
Intoxicating write, Sanaa! As always… gorgeous! 💖💖
“how is it that the moon knows to shape
features every night,
perhaps we will never know, perhaps
we will never know.”
“I am quiet because I am filled to the brim,
because I am filled to the brim.
We bloom despite the storms that rage.”
A gorgeous sumptuous poem, Sanaa <3 But then, of course it is 🙂 Love the above lines especially.
That ending stanza is superb. Great work, Sanaa 🙏
This is absolutely beautiful. I especially like the last stanza and these lines, “his heart is a mosque
that I visit when everything is falling apart—
cobalt blue
in its serenity and quietude.”
Keep shining your light.