'Open Sesame' Eyes Poem by Natasha Ashwe
'Open Sesame' Eyes
Sitting at a table with the lights all around us
Voices trickle into our universe to remind us
That this is the centre of the world
Our faces take a carousel ride with conversation
Your smile charts the frequency of your imagination
I need no further spur
He showed you a past life you don't want to tell me
This friend of yours, Charles, saying things that compel me
To feel quite satisfied
For now my thoughts hang before us, dangling from words I've spoken
And considering these sketches like paintings you've smoothly awoken
The sleeping pulse of nudity pride
One-thirty in the morning, muse the romance of glances
Charles slipped away ages ago and you're weighing your chances
Let's just say I wore black for the white...
clothes on your body, lain back in your seat, electricity...
flowing along the yin yang circuit, day night synchronicity
Zoom out at the picture; two beings gazing on in delight
Fantasy; nothing but the sound of your voice
Yet the chatter and tinkling; glitter reflected on the Rolls-Royce...
moment driving onward, driving us
Another drink, no, and you've hardly sipped yours
Strange, no vodka, bathroom visit, akward moment, stand up or look at others pause
Zoom in; the feeling here, in between our eyes, is so plush!
Pleasant and weird to be this delighted
Mirror grins reflect to the infinity sighted
By your 'open heart, open sesame! ' eyes
My mind fills with the constellation, tracing the dots of thoughts where my eyes follow
And these arms and legs and body in black tuned to you will surely go
Up where 'we we're gonna get so high...'
and time flies.
(August 23,2005)
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4/28/2024 6:45:13 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I enjoyed this romantic little number. You have a feel for rhythm. I even liked the 'plush' line which was a bit jarring. Sort the last verse out though. It's absolute rot. Your inclusion of 'sesame eyes' in the last verse is contrived and out of context with your descriptive manner elsewhere, and particularly in that verse. There are many things to celebrate here, not least the line: 'Our faces take a carousel ride with conversation.' A bold rewrite and you'll feel better for it. Trust me.