Ambiguity

“prefiro perder você como estranho do que como amante”

dazed in enigmatic hues,

titrating attraction,

each droplet burns my skin.

i scavenge for a fissure

amidst the dunes in your eyes,

each step closer

amplifies our distance.

words hang behind my throat,

chiming as neglected opportunities sway.

bearing desaturating  souvenirs,

faint redolence of hope oscillates between us.

 i picture my fingers benignly tracing your hair,

like salty winds brushing through as you lay 

sun-kissed on warm sand.

sifting through crowding voices,

i savour yours.

murals of ambiguity inked onto me,

a lover in a stranger

blending amongst monotonous frames,

a prosaic thread in delicate embroidery;

i remain unnoticed.

-ells.

Author's Note

been a while since i’ve written! Constructive criticism is much appreciated!

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

Your words lay sadly but somehow firmly and gently on the page, elsa.

'i scavenge for a fissure
amidst the dunes in your eyes,
each step closer
amplifies our distance.
words hang behind my throat,
chiming as neglected opportunities sway.
bearing desaturating souvenirs,
faint redolence of hope oscillates between us'

Desperation and perhaps, sleepless nights there.

'sifting through crowding voices,
i savour yours.
murals of ambiguity inked onto me,
a lover in a stranger
blending amongst monotonous frames,
a prosaic thread in delicate embroidery;
i remain unnoticed.'

You maybe, peripheral, seemingly inimportant.. so very sad. Your poetry is distinctly told, displayed for comment or thought, maybe. A tragedy in the making.. needs something, somebody - you - to turn a corner - perhaps.

[elsa]

thank you for your lovely take on the poem. i appreciate your comments emma. It’s a privilege being noticed by someone who can craft worlds with their words.