His carelessness tastes like forbidden fruit—
sweet enough
to make restraint seem childish.
I let it stain my mouth,
knowing desire is rarely gentle,
and love
enters quietly,
carrying catastrophe
beneath the softest pair of hands,
and calling it mercy
before dawn arrives, smiling.
Photo credits: Fabian Perez painting, Pinterest
Posted for Quadrille #252 @dVerse Poets Pub
34 Responses
Dangerous liason, but it sounds like a forbidden fruit that is the sweetest
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Only you Sanaa, could give to carelessness a taste or flavour
Bravo
Much love
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
My days of tasting forbidden fruit are over, but I enjoy experiencing it through your poetry, Sanaa. A stunning quadrille. I love the personification in these lines:
‘love
enters quietly,
carrying catastrophe
beneath the softest pair of hands’.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Loved this!! Reminds me of my younger days…”carrying catastrophe
beneath the softest pair of hands” no truer words have been spoken! Great poem and prompt! 🩵
Thank you so much, Cara 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Carelessness in love can lead to catastrophe, even if carried in soft hands. You’re ever the romantic poet, Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Lynn 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Very sensuous Sanna 💜
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Oh my! This is riveting! I wish I didn’t recognize it so well, if you know what I mean. This is especially gripping: “love
enters quietly,
carrying catastrophe
beneath the softest pair of hands”
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Love the looming ruin hidden here. Everyone around will be shouting ‘what are you doing!?’
Haha precisely! Thank you so much, Shaun 🙂 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Lovely, Sanaa. I love the constant suggestions of a certain danger contrasted to a more gentle love. Just beautifully and originally done!!!
Thank you so much, Judy 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
A mysterious and sultry encounter – wonderfully portrayed! Jae
Thank you so much, Jae 😀 so glad the poem spoke to you 💄❤️
Beautiful!
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Intriguing in the inherent contradictions.
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
I can definitely relate to the catastrophe. Well done!
Thank you so much, Paula 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
ahhh….metaphoricallly speaking I write…the taste of forbidden fruit and a dangerous liason….the taste of it all. ONLY you can describe it all this way. A sensuous poem indeed!
Thank you so much, my dearest Lillian 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Sometimes I think quadrille poems don’t say enough, as if they are not quite complete, but yours here is a perfectly poised example of what one should be. I especially like the turn and assonance of “carrying catastrophe.” Been there, too. <3
So beautifully constructed. Sanaa–hooked by the first line. 💙
I agree with Jennifer about “carrying catastrophe,” great sounds and turn.
His carelessness tastes like
forbidden fruit—sweet enough
Forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest apparently not just! Great lines Sanaa!
Hank
Sanaa, I love how you show that even the gentlest kind of love can hide danger, with “the softest pair of hands” carrying disaster and calling it mercy.
~David
love
enters quietly,
carrying catastrophe
beneath the softest pair of hands,
I appreciate these lines. Although it feels like love in the moment I doubt it is the lasting kind.
“carrying catastrophe
beneath the softest pair of hands”
I can easily relate to this, Sanaa. Your imagery is perfect.