Hand in hand
with frothy beer.
Bottle-tops missing
as is my top too.
I squirm uncomfortably
on the sand
as you return the favour.
And I drink
barley juice
out of your mouth.
It’s all vitamins anyway.
Bottomless happiness
surrounds
your mind,
my body,
our longings.
Deceiving words
and
chalky food
is a substitute we found content in.
Enrich my world
with oily passion.
Dripping down saliva.
And you will see
that
“she sells seashells”
of your prickly past.
With echoes.
Not of sea,
but of your sins.
Im topless.
Shameless.
Hiding nothing
but my eyes.
You squirm now,
on the sand.
Withering relationships
and
sinking ships of love.
Forget the seashells,
pebbles,
cherry knots
and
me.
Hoot hoot no more.
Im taking sandy beaches
elsewhere.
– Chatty Owl –
My Dear ChattyOwl,
I adore your writings. The Raw Emotion Resonates with me. Thank you.
Your Friend,
Anastasia
Go ahead, condemn me if you will for my one-dimensional thinking, but I’ll still keep coming back to this poem just to read the line “as is my top too”. Always makes me smile.
Provocative truth is always the hinge that keeps things swinging. 😉
Moving forward off of memories sanded down and eroded by time. You are pitch perfect here for what I saw in your words. Woman leaving this memory and that memory behind in search for new.
Haughty. Commanding. Prideful. Sexual.
Simply.
Utterly.
Amazing!
Keep writing, Chatty! Please! Your words are to perfect to lose.
I want the address of this beach or “beach”, or both.
Nice tits. Oops just comes out when I hear the word topless! That’s a top ten word!
Nice tits. Oops just come out when I hear the word topless! That’s a top ten word!
I will go and see if there is any owl in beach 🙂 and I need squirm on the feathers of the owl 🙂
You look good on the beach…
It must be a good effect of the sand and the sun in your eyes..
empty homes
~
crustaceans pinching
miracles
from empty barnacles
Spot on…
you’ve captured it… the idea of, the memory of, too hot days and the taste and smell of sand and fish and oil and sex. Too good.
Never too good. But thanks. I miss sandy beaches and the scent of sex. Need to re-discover.
ahhhh… Let me know when next you are in Dublin. Who knows, maybe I could help.
Wow, love the sensual, sandy tone; truly amazing writing, Chatty Owl! 🙂
Thanks so much my dear! I smile before reading your comment, i just know it will be so supportive and sweet!
Always! 🙂
Longing for your beach…
Well done, Ms Owl 🙂
The beach is sandy enough for you, mister 🙂
your writing is sexy as ever! I’m watching soundcloud for new audios too (hint) 🙂
Huh! I was wondering, if anybody really pays that much attention over there. Good to know that i have at least one fan down there that is looking forward to hear my foreign voice 😉
Beaches, beer and dripping down saliva? Whats NOT to love about this poem?!?! This has a very surreal and existential quality about it, amazing what an owl is capable of on such little sleep! 😉
Usually lack of sleep makes me hallucinate 😉
Well Amen for hallucinations then! 😃
It paints me landscape of Arabia and sea full of empty bottles with papers in it. And they all say „Look for important message in another bottle“.
Yes!!! Exactly that!!!! You got the visual so perfectly!!
I was on the beach this morning and I wish I had this poem and its vision while I was there. Maybe later. maybe never. I really liked the raw sensuousness and the fading passion.
Id rather like to hear that “never” is not an option, but thats just my positive thinking with a hint of sensual vanity. I wish my words accompanied you to the beach earlier.
just sublime poetry
master storyteller are you…
bowing head in admiration and
*smiling*
Comes as a big compliment from a storyteller like yourself. Id like to know more. Ever care sharing?
sure, i’m all about sharing. please look for a comment in one of your archived pages.. 🙂
Hmmm. Actually i didnt find it… 😦
Me in winter here…. I shall forgive, for the brilliance and heat you once more have allowed us to read. Excellent Owl.
Thank you once again.. Im in awe of tour support.
I appreciate fine writing…nothing more needed to be said, I am still learning and by reading writers such as yourself, it makes my ‘job’ a little easier each day… & you are most welcome.
Big smiles 🙂
*your
This
‘With echoes.
Not of sea,
but of your sins’
So damn good owly
Thank you…. Have a safe flight!
Blimey, that’s amazing… I could almost feel the sun on my skin and taste the oil from the sun tan lotion on my lips….
Its still hot in uk. Fancy a trip to a seaside? 😛 hahahahah