Was It?

Was it you
that kissed me
in the darkest part of the night?

Was it the warmth
of your breath
that announced that intention,
with a soft sigh that lingered
long enough for my lips to part
and receive you?

Let me explain a few things.

I have been taught to question my instincts— 
no—even more than that—

I’ve been made to question
simple things, like shapes and colors,
obvious to the youngest school child.

I mistrust joy 
that just lands in my lap,
demanding nothing
but my acknowledgement.

And you, you,
are no simple joy.

Will it be you
there, when I open my eyes
after the dark, dark has passed,
waiting, with another kiss ready for me?

I really do hope so.

Photo by Ryan Young on Unsplash
 


This poem was created for the prompt given over at Poets and Storytellers United, Weekly Scribblings #32, I Am Explaining A Few Things

46 comments:

  1. This is breathtakingly beautiful, Rommy!😍 Especially love; "Was it the warmth of your breath that announced that intention, with a soft sigh that lingered long enough for my lips to part and receive you?" Thank you so much for writing to the prompt! 💝💝

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  2. I hope this for you too. HAPPY WEDNESDAY

    (✿◠‿◠)

    much love...

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  3. This is really beautiful Rommy. Love is precious and missed so much when it flies away.

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    1. We should all be thankful for the wonderful moments of connection in our lives.

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  4. For me, these words hit hard .... 'and you, you, are no simple joy' This is a lovely poem full of meaning.

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    1. *dons a mask and flutters a fan in front of her face*

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  6. so difficult, that we are all conditioned to question what we see. The emperor indeed has no clothes ~

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    1. Here is the US I'm rather grateful when the leaders keep their clothes on.

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  7. I just came from sighing romantically over Sanaaa's piece, to do the same all over again at yours. Very beautifully said!

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  8. Trust and embrace joy. Beautiful.

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  9. Oh yes. It will be there. The joy that landed need not be questioned. Accept it. Embrace it. Let it envelop you. Obviously, it was meant for you alone.

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    1. Enveloping joy sounds like a lovely thing to curl up with in the evenings.

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  10. To get through this life, it is better to accept simple joy without question.

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  11. I mistrust joy that just lands in my lap - that resonates... sadly...!

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    1. Yeah, I think it's hard to take joy at face value in today's world

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  12. Don't know how I failed to comment here earlier. Great work; I esp liked "you, you /are no simple joy."

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  13. Really enjoyed this, the way you work in the uncertainty and the way safety and mistrust are bound into beginnings.

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    1. Yes, I absolutely was going for those feelings!

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  14. I am grinning. No, I am not grinning because I grin all the time. But because there a passionate honesty in this poem, which engages the heart (and grinning muscles). I love the balance between strength and vulnerability. The speaker shows her heart, tells the subject that it can be broken, but the tone speaks of the fact that she is also cautious. I love the reality of this love.

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    1. It does take a certain kind of strength to admit to being vulnerable, and of course trust must be involved.

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  15. Beautifully passionate. "You are no simple joy" captures the mind.

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  16. Well expressed. Those vulnerabilities are sweetly human.

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  17. A beautiful poem that reveals both strength and vulnerability of the speaker. Great write, Rommy.

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    1. ...and it's good to hear you are working on a bigger project. Happy Writing!

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    2. Yaaassssss! I am really having fun getting down to work on a meaty project again. I'm sorting out some of the hiccups in getting a fixed writing, but so far, I've managed to advance things a little bit each day. :)

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  18. This is so familiar. Nothing that lasts is simple or easy. From the darkest part of night to the break of day. The longing, the want of another.
    This is beautiful.

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