You leaned in—
not like a question,
but like air that already knew how to burn.
The night split open
in the hollow of your breath,
your lips spelling ruins
against the fragile script of my nape.
We didn't speak—
only smoldered,
mouths tasting ash
and nectar
in the same slow syllable.
Outside, the city
forgot its name.
Inside me,
a cathedral of flame.
I lit up
in the soft destruction of your touch,
kissed into smoke—
no longer mine,
no longer whole, but holy in your exhale.
not like a question,
but like air that already knew how to burn.
The night split open
in the hollow of your breath,
your lips spelling ruins
against the fragile script of my nape.
We didn't speak—
only smoldered,
mouths tasting ash
and nectar
in the same slow syllable.
Outside, the city
forgot its name.
Inside me,
a cathedral of flame.
I lit up
in the soft destruction of your touch,
kissed into smoke—
no longer mine,
no longer whole, but holy in your exhale.
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OLN #387. Thank you for your kind comments and visits.
I love the image you chose to illustrate your poem, Sanaa, and the title. I was hooked by the opening stanza, and these lines stood out for me:
ReplyDelete‘We didn't speak—
only smoldered,
mouths tasting ash
and nectar
in the same slow syllable.’
Your poem is a veritable ‘cathedral of flame’
Thank you so much, Kim! 😘
Delete"The night split open
ReplyDeletein the hollow of your breath,
your lips spelling ruins
against the fragile script of my nape"
My favoutite stanza.
Happy you dropped by my blog
Much♡love
Much love back to you! ❤️
DeleteGorgeous.
ReplyDeleteEspecially this,
"Inside me,
a cathedral of flame.
I lit up
in the soft destruction of your touch"
<3
Glad you enjoyed it, Jennifer! ❤️
DeleteWhoa. This poem reads like a punch. Maybe a bit toxic connection? I get bad boy/girl vibes here but also just an intense longing and lots of shadows. Beautifully done.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Gretchen! 😘
DeleteNobody writes of smouldering passion like you do Sanaa - now I shall have to take a cold shower...
ReplyDeleteThank you, Andrew! 😊
DeleteReally like this. I like the idea of the city becoming an internal cathedral. I’ve been in so many large cities in my dreams. They melt together. Very nice poem. Thank you for posting it.
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed it, Aaron! ❤️
DeleteA beautiful romantic adventure!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Dwight! 😊
DeleteLike Kim, I like these lines:
ReplyDelete“mouths tasting ash
and nectar
in the same slow syllable.”
Thanks Melissa! ❤️
DeleteMeltingly gorgeous language!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rosemary! 😘
DeleteThe first written Greek lyric were love-poems - lettered phalanxes of letters agaist the assault of Eros Last stanza here summits theat devouring surrender..
ReplyDeleteThank you, Brendan! 😊
DeleteBeautiful, sensual--and hot language, Sanaa! This poem is very carefully crafted right from the start:
ReplyDelete"You leaned in—
not like a question,
but like air that already knew how to burn. " ❤️🔥