I don't want you from the pages of the poem
I'd write for you.
Or from the black ink,
I scribble your name with.
Nor from coffee vapours
I sip at night.
You are more,
Much more.
You are not the raindrops
I let seek refuge on my face.
Not even the bouts of loneliness
I suffer when you are away.
Neither the smell of grass at dawn
You are more,
Much More.
I want to see you like a woman on the streets,
Handbag on one shoulder,
The world on another.
A strand of your black hair
Running down your face,
Like molten lava
From a newly erupted volcano.
Little beads of sweat on your neck
Goosebumps when i touch your skin
For I want to see a woman with doubts
Frowns on her brows
UN-ironed soul and soiled inners
You are my woman of late nights
And early Mornings.
Of staffroom gossip
Of secret longings.
In sunshine,
On lonely moons.
Woman in a music store
And amongst the tombs.
I'd write for you.
Or from the black ink,
I scribble your name with.
Nor from coffee vapours
I sip at night.
You are more,
Much more.
You are not the raindrops
I let seek refuge on my face.
Not even the bouts of loneliness
I suffer when you are away.
Neither the smell of grass at dawn
You are more,
Much More.
I want to see you like a woman on the streets,
Handbag on one shoulder,
The world on another.
A strand of your black hair
Running down your face,
Like molten lava
From a newly erupted volcano.
Little beads of sweat on your neck
Goosebumps when i touch your skin
For I want to see a woman with doubts
Frowns on her brows
UN-ironed soul and soiled inners
You are my woman of late nights
And early Mornings.
Of staffroom gossip
Of secret longings.
In sunshine,
On lonely moons.
Woman in a music store
And amongst the tombs.
10 comments:
We all do sometimes wish for the dream person of our life.
yes..we do...
Powerful words!!
ooooh i really love the last two lines.
gosh i want to dive into that photo at the top of your page. like, NOW. RIGHT NOW. :)
This has so much in it...So many ways of wanting. This piece is beautiful!!
I have lost contact with this lady, Sayan. She was special to me in a lot of different ways, ways that others may not have appreciated.
FaceBook, no. Google, no. I've left town, she probably has too. I am sure her name has changed, old friends don't know either.
But I still have a lot of memories, I hope she has at least a few involving me.
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I have lost contact with this lady, Sayan. She was special to me in a lot of different ways, ways that others may not have appreciated.
FaceBook, no. Google, no. I've left town, she probably has too. I am sure her name has changed, old friends don't know either.
But I still have a lot of memories, I hope she has at least a few involving me.
..
Marian; the photo was taken by me...it is actually at the KOVALAM BEACH in Kerala INDIA..one of the more beautiful places in the world. it is actually called God's Own Country
JIM; i know exactly what you mean...and trust me when i say that..
The real woman you seek is from the past, no? And you've not found one to replace her. Those small moments... the tendril of black hair, her handbag on one shoulder and the WORLD on the other (strength of Atlas, in a feminine mode). Wow, powerful writing here, my friend. Sayan, you knocked it out of the park! Amy
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