The words have a magic
Spun by nuances of language
The cadence of your voice floated to me
Across the table separating our bodies
I felt the constrained fire of your gaze
Struggling to keep its leaps in check
I nibbled at the sweetness of your intonation
Like an ant 🐜 with a chunk of sugar
Words flowed into my deep recesses
Turning into a nourishing meal
But the volubility of the handshake
Went straight to my crevices
All pulsations returned to my numb hand.
That must have been the sweetest meeting ever imaginary though. Beautiful diction
Very moving Nosheen. Words have magic but the embrace with the kiss that nourishes the heart and soul.
A beautiful poem. I liked this part of this wonderful poem the most, 'Like an ant 🐜 with a chunk of sugar Words flowed into my deep recesses'. Top score.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Words weave magic in poetry. And thus, in poetry, words words just dissolve and remain invisible. Only poetry can be perceived. Marvellous poem, Nosheen.