well, f**k.

well, f**k.

A Poem by Dana Alsamsam
"

i shouldn't be feeling this or writing this.

"
slit the wrists of the North Shore's phone book
and watch the labels spill out
like juice from a ripened blood orange. 
the pieces unfold and behind
each of them is the desire
to put the pale cobalt of your eyes in mason jars
to lull like waves in the moontide. 

they run wild, free away 
every night, but the moon pulls them back
inevitably to my thoughts
and the distance between our lips
is a thousand mile ribbon
that could be a centimeter in seconds. 
scarlet attraction. 
if we dared to step closer we'd snap
the ribbon and stick like magnets. 

for now i will blame the cheap Merlot
staining the inside of my cheeks, 
but the scent of you on my hair tells me
it was not the wine that intoxicated me. 
the tips of your fingers knocked
the air from my shoulder blades
and I need your chest against  mine
again so I can 
catch my breath. 

© 2013 Dana Alsamsam


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Emotion hums through this one...rather, screams through it. Great imagery and metaphor to describe the things that are difficult to manage and sometimes impossible to feel without screaming. We all have these moments; at least I do, and you've described the feeling of "insanity" with deft fingertips. This is why you are one of my favorites here...great writing.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Dana Alsamsam

10 Years Ago

thank you so much for your kind review! definitely a difficult emotion and desire to wrap my head ar.. read more
wow, this is incredible...we want to put those feelings in mason jars and preserve them...even after we have kept that love and passion at arm's length because either we don't trust another, or ourselves..

love the ending...the vulnerability shown..the letting go finally..

"his chest against yours"

to feel the realness, regardless of consequence..there is the scent of need here.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Dana Alsamsam

10 Years Ago

there is most definitely consequences is I were to allow this ribbon to snap... stupid me, I'll prob.. read more
This held my thoughts... You felt very, very real.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Dana Alsamsam

10 Years Ago

thank you very much, this was written in a moment of passionate inspiration so 'real' is a great com.. read more
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Added on November 11, 2013
Last Updated on November 11, 2013
Tags: crush, lust, want, desire, blue eyes, romance

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Dana Alsamsam
Dana Alsamsam

Chicago, IL



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"my brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness." i dance, write and play violin. i'm studying english and training in dance in chicago. i like spooky things, red lipstick, caffeine, punk/indi.. more..

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A Poem by Dana Alsamsam