Fishermen

by nouriguess   Jul 29, 2012


Last night, I painted the
perfect picture of our hands
making love under the sheets
but I forgot it in the morning. It
was bohemian and puzzling.
It was a vesper,
a saxophone and a kiss, a love
in the pungent, Eastern way.

Last night, I thought of my
cowardly dreams that buried themselves
in that cold street near your office
where we ate sausages again and again. Often
together, burning our tongues
deliciously
and giggling at the way mayonnaise
would melt along my lips.
I bet you still remember the Southern
Corniche? Perhaps the sands of
both your body and my writes?
Or the way I'd open a small tincan of
sardine, squeeze lemons
and caress your chest?

Last night, I needed to fish
in the angry sea of our memories
but I could't touch a wave without you.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Hellon

    I can understand some of your metaphors but not all and this is what makes this poem so intriguing because it allows the reader to conjure up their own vision and, while it maybe different to what you're saying here it's still very enjoyable to have different interpretations I think. You have put together some beautiful sentences here...and they just seemed to merge perfectly.

    I wonder about your title...Fishermen because you are talking about one person in the poem?

    Last night, I thought of my
    coward dreams that buried itself

    ^^^^
    I think "cowardly dream that buried itself "sounds a bit better?

    Last night, you were over-rated
    for my liking with your smiles, stares and
    insignificant gestures
    ^^^^^

    This I absolutely loved...loved! and your ending...

    Last night, I needed to fish
    in that lifeless sea of our memories
    but I could't touch a wave without you.

    Just WOW!

  • 11 years ago

    by L

    :O

  • 11 years ago

    by Decayed

    I bet you still remember the Southern
    Corniche? Perhaps the sands of
    both my body and your writes?
    Or the way I opened a small tincan of
    sardine, squeezed lemons
    and caressed your chest...

    ^ DEFINITELY NOMINATED TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  • 11 years ago

    by nouriguess

    Thanks for the inspiration. I wrote that off and I'm so unsure of it. But I needed to write.

    Seriously, thanks. :)

  • 11 years ago

    by Lioness

    You wrote that in two minutes??????

    Lol oh my :| that is brilliantly NOT disappointing

    Looks like the motivation is still there hun!

    Awesome, awesome.

    Don't know what to say lol

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