I write him in slow ink,
as if language itself
could undress the quiet
between our bodies.
He is my muse,
but not the distant kind—
not a myth hovering
just out of reach.
He is here.
Warm.
Breathing beside me
in the midnight hush.
Come, discern indigo silences
the way lovers do—
not as emptiness,
but as a language
too sacred for sound.
In the pause between words,
hear longing,
in sable dark of the night recognize
the way poems do:
patient, deliberate,
tracing meaning
where the world cannot see.
I press my mouth
to the curve of his name,
and every kiss
becomes a stanza—
a line break,
softening my edges,
making room
for desire to speak.
And I—
I am both poet and woman,
trembling with the sweet ruin
of being loved
so closely
that inspiration
is no longer separate
from touch.
In the dark,
my body becomes a lyric,
his breath becomes the rhythm,
and together
we write
a love poem
that does not end on the page.
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Posted for Poetics: The Evolution of Love @dVerse Poets Pub
28 Responses
Oh… I especially love the ending… a love that continues beyond the poem… also the focus on the silence… I believe silence can mean so much trust in love.
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
The way you meld the language of poetry to the language of love is absolutely ravishing, Sanaa. I especially loved the gothic romantic element of
“I am both poet and woman,
trembling with the sweet ruin
of being loved”
and the suggestiveness of
“the quiet
between our bodies.”
A gorgeous read, my friend.
Thank you so much, Dora 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Exquisite manifestation of your fondest fantasy, Sanaa. Should we all be so blessed <3
Thank you so much, Lisa 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
“and together
we write
a love poem”
Yes!
Thank you so much, Ken 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
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Fantastic. Bravo
Much love
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Perfectly defined & expressed evolutionary work, Saana. Thanks for the cool prompt.
Thank you so much, Ron 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
I love that you are both poet and woman – such an assured poem – Jae
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful! Such an exquisite expression of love, Sanaa! 💕💕
Thank you so much, Punam 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Thank you so much, Jae 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
You’ve reduced the distance between love and poetry to an infinitesimal — “being loved / so closely / that inspiration / is no longer separate / from touch.” Still a starry distance. Keep loving, keep writing — hard to tell which will flinch first.
Thank you so much, Brendan 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
A mesmerizing poem. Beautifully written.
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You are the queen of love poems, Sanaa! This is so beautiful! I love the idea of writing in slow ink, ‘as if language itself could undress the quiet between our bodies’, those ‘indigo silences’ and these lines:
‘I press my mouth
to the curve of his name,
and every kiss
becomes a stanza’
and
‘we write
a love poem
that does not end on the page.’
Awww gosh! Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Sanaa, you did it again… love as a poem! I appreciate your “evolution of love” prompt too.
Thank you so much, Lynn 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Oh the last stanza was so beautiful Sanaa. Absolutely gorgeous poem of love ❤️ ❤️
Thank you so much, Christine 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️