Thirsting, I curl up
in the embrace of your kisses and of the dream.
One glance from you, and I begin again from the start.
There is no “no” in the echo of your love.
I spread my wings, I drive away
the suffocating voice of smoke.
...
A breeze, you shape it.
With the nylon strings of my heart.
You play, a maestro—
holding harmony,
holding together the wounds of my heart.
...
A tear falls,
cold on the floor, warm within.
When you leave,
shadows blur
my little mind.
...
I reach out my hand.
You don’t leave—I melt.
I feel a knot in my throat.
A white apparition,
you play, you run—
you are a firework in a single instant.
...
My God, how much
love I want.
It plays tricks,
it wants a ring—
I feel it deep inside.
...
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Comments (7)
You put a lot of feeling into your poem, it is lovely, thankyou for sharing xx
With the nylon strings of my heart is such a striking line. It perfectly captures vulnerability and devotion.
As always, this was so beautiful. Loved it!
This is beautifully written. Feels imbued with life and longing, your word choice and placement really elevates this poem, such that it feels almost like a dance :)
nice use of maestro to talk about how to treat the heart strings
Well, the maestros of the heart can be quite manipulative too! I like the layered analogy here, Sabrina.
The dance that pulls you back and forth. I love everything about this poem. What words are stuck in your throat, what truth wants to escape, what do you fear will happen if you let it?