Ravish

Before you think about

romancing me, my dear

you must first

 romance my poems

come,

meet the sparkling glint

in my poem’s eye

let your eyes drift over

the slow, pink heat

building 

over my poem’s skin

run your fingers 

through its dark curls

untangling meanings

take its hand

and wear it

upon your own

each syllable

each silence 

each melody

each tremble

lean in to kiss

the places

where the ache is

the most special

 

then, with all the burning

tenderness 

left in the universe

begin to,

undress my words. 

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Sanober... To know your poetry
is to know you. Your poems caress the moon.
truly... Pat

[Lydia Shutter]

"lean in to kiss
the places
where the ache is
the most special"

Seductive and elegantly sensual words, Sanober. The metaphor is splendid! Indeed, someone has to love your words to love you. By reading you, a person gets to know the way your mind works and feel your emotions. I hope you will find such a person! Wonderful work here. Lydi**

[Sami Khalil]

A very well written and impacting poem. I feel the magic too. Exccellent...:)....