You Are


(Co written with my then husband to be, Jay Nabonne (2009 ish) 

When I see an attractive woman,
she embodies the best in women
and she becomes you.

You are attraction.

When I see a movie,
lovers kissing and holding hands,
all I can think is you and us.

You are romance

When I look to a future of times shared
and discoveries found together,
I can’t see anyone but you.

You are companionship

When I lie in bed and fantasize,
it’s your face I see
and your body and your sighs.

You are intimacy

When I feel in my heart what I feel for you,
I know there can’t be any other
to take the place of you.

You are love.

And to me, you are

the brushing of my hand against my hair,
I feel your presence interwoven in the strands
because you have been there.

You are the air

when I stop and hear my breath,
I see you as my chest heaves
because you were once there.

You are my heart

when shadows run and fade away,
I glimpse a glance until they return to
see the other part of me.

You are my soul

when light hits my eyes,
and shines on my face between branches
from a nearby place, I see that
you are the moon

when heavy breath whispers
into my ears and makes bristle my longing.
I yearn and I am moved and I sway.

You are the wind

when I can feel soft down against my skin
and see the rougher greys of time embraced by
every other person passing, I see

you are man

when time stops and slows
and its gaps are filled with warmth and
radiated energy, I feel

you are the sun

when I can’t breathe and hope to die,
if only to take you with me forever.
Blood surges through my veins. You

are my life

when I hear laughter and a voice
deep in assured tones and his smile
presses down on her face, I think you
are my smile

when prints imprint and fingers
interlock as if to feed a need
that can never be sated, I feel you

are my hands

when thoughts of us spur me on to try to make
the world a better place.
It’s all because you’ll be there to see it with me.

You are

my inspiration, my love, my heart’s beat.
A time without you would be a sad waste
of living; all this time later, I still love you.

Author: Anita Lubesh

I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now.. I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog. I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.

15 thoughts on “You Are”

    1. Oh, well, that makes me remove all doubt. I found it in my files. My husband (then to be) wrote the first part, and with all his poems to me, I would automatically interject my thoughts to them. I love that you connected with it. We have just celebrated 6 years of marriage after knowing him for maybe 10. Thank you very much, Helene.

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  1. ‘You are’ is a beautiful and very moving poem, Anita, and reminds me a little of the traditional Japanese form SOMONKA.

    Originating over a thousand years ago, when Japanese noblemen and noblewomen exchanged love letters in the form of tanka, somonka is still in use today. In fact my partner Maureen and I will be performing one of our own at a poetry and music show we’re hosting in Chester, for charity, on 24th May (details on Grandy’s Landing, my blog.)

    My very best,


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    1. One of my passions is Japanese art of any kind. This was co written with my husband some years ago now. I actually forgot to credit him, lol. Good luck with your charity event. I am busy selling my crafts (for CRUK) and getting sunburn – an oddity in itself for early May.

      Thank you for reading, Paul, and for your thoughts.

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      1. I am not sure if my comment will be visible on your blog, I tend to have WP issues, so… I found SHARE and did a little bit. I am going to try and share on FB, not that I have much luck but I will have a go anyway. What you’re both doing is tremendous. I support Centrepoint, but working locally is more rewarding to actually see how peoples’ lives can be eased even a little bit… I applaud your work to help the many who face struggles and indifference, and for those where death and fear is a huge constant today… home is good people and I hope many more find it.
        All the best, Paul.

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  2. Anita, This is such a touching and heartfelt creation. Through you individual words and the joint beauty of this poem, I feel your interwoven and deep love for each other.

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    1. It’s so nice that you paid a visit, or however it works lol. I much appreciate your thoughts, and glad you were touched by it. It is something we used to do a lot, still do on occasion. I am very lucky!


  3. Hi Anita,

    Your comment ended up in my spam for some reason, but I’ve rescued it and replied.

    As you can imagine, with our charity show just around the corner, Maureen and I are getting excited!

    Thank you so much for your support – much appreciated.

    My very best,


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