You say you like me unpredictable
and wet –
like an English summer.
I smile
and watch you
watching me
slipping out
of your favourite shirt.
Your eyes adjust to my body,
soaking in images,
and I know
that
it’s because your biggest fear
is to forget
names and faces.
That’s why I turn around
and
hide away.
Little dandelion parachutes
fly around my hair
while
you breathe in
the scent of my past,
saving those evaporating wishes
as they tickle your mind.
Like your body
tickles my imagination.
You open your mouth
to tell me
that you cherish those days
of my juvenile insecurity,
but my eyes are begging you
to not say anything.
I’m just waiting for your kiss.
– Chatty Owl –
CHATTYOWL 
My dear friend Chatty,
This was a perfectly written piece… I was captivated by your words… Especially the end…
“You open your mouth
to tell me
that you cherish those days
of my juvenile insecurity,
but my eyes are begging you
to not say anything.
I’m just waiting for your kiss.”
Brilliant!!! 🙂
My dear dear far away friend, its so nice to find your comment here. And im glad you said that about the ending of the poem, that was my favourite part too 😉
🙂 KISS 😉
Lovely Owl – such perfect precious prose x
Oh dear, thank you so much 🙂
What a sweet, sweet poem this is, Ms Owl!! Your prose carries a rare magic, & somehow you manage to pull tricks from each verse…
Im like an amateur magician, sometimes i succeed 😉 thanks J!
love ❤
Thanks dear 🙂
Another amazingly wonderful verse. The teasing continues… 🙂
The teasing is the only thing that im good at doing…. 🙂
A amazing poem. Like listening to a private conversation where thoughts are feel and safe. A entertaining poem.
Thank you so much. Im glad you found it entertaining. And if i managed to paint a picture of a reader intruding the private moment between the two, then im so so happy.
You are a beautifully inventive wordsmith, owly. These create a perfect moving picture in my head. Out in the sun. In a field. A long way from anyone but the two people laying together. Playfully happy and soaking in the sensual alluring looks and words spread across each other like tattoos of love. I almost felt like I was looking into something so intimate that I should stop. But out of selfish reasons, I continued short of breath to the last line. and I could feel that longing…that need for the kiss.
I like you being selfish. Otherwise you wouldnt read and that would be something i wouldnt want to happen! 🙂
🙂 nor I! I need to read. Especially the wordsmithtress owly’s fantastic words. Like this poem. So full of life and beauty. I feel exhilarated after reading your poems!
Funny, thats how i feel about yours!!!!!!
That’s always so amazing to see and hear from you! 🙂 you are so talented!
Mmmmmmm…..mmmmm….mmmmm
Lovely, as always.
Mmmmmmm thank you.
I think most men have the fantasy or adore a woman in a white ‘man’ shirt of course barefoot and bare as they were born underneath, you tantalise with words Ms Owl in a provocative ‘non smutty’ way so that you attract also us female admirer’s, for that I thank you.
You are very right, its a cliche visual that men (and women) are still seem to be attracted to. But I must admit, that’s how I walk the house often 🙂
well if there is one I am sure Mr Owl appreciates it 🙂
Ummmm, no Mr Owl, appreciating my tshirts 😉
😉
A bit of a tease, yet lovely as always.
Thanks doll 🙂
Your words are so sensually captivating that I stop breathing until the end…just beautiful!
Oh wow! Beautiful comment!
A beautiful scene you have described.
Thank you, my dear.. Im glad you thought so.
another honeycomb of delicious verse. xo tony
Must be enjoyed with a glass of milk hehe
you are a queen of sensuous verse –
Thank you. That was a very special comment, coming from you..
My Dearest Chatty,
Please except this Award, as You Shine In My World.
http://astraltravler.wordpress.com/2013/07/19/my-second-shine-on-award/
Your Friend,
Anastasia
Oh dear.. Thanks so much for thinking about me! Truly, its an honour. I will check it out in a minute.. And even though i have stopped doing awards, i will make sure i’ll check out yours 😉
It’s My Pleasure 😊
That morning
you tasted of cherries,
sweet and ripe – perfect.
recently in DC
where cherry blossoms
each spring promise hope
I thought I glimpsed you –
my heart famished
dreaming of the feast
Like a bee,
flying from blossom to blossom..
Pink meshes with white
and the sweet honey drips
onto fingers.
Mutual dew of
cherries and friendship.
🙂
Your words tickle every inch of my mind causing my soul to squirm in absolute delight and my body to shiver with excited anticipation of that kiss!
What a perfect imagery! You, squirming with anticipation! 🙂 thank you dear 🙂
The pleasure was all mine of course! Thank you for such wonderful mental imagery…as always!
Most welcome! Glad I could achieve that 🙂
….names, most definitely but never, ever a face. *smiles*
Oh, you sweet sweet man…
Oh, how the imagination follows a beautiful journey through your lines. As my thoughts are carried away, into wonderment, I envision only one reply. Had that been a shirt of mine, it wouldn’t have been my favorite…not until I saw it draping your perfect frame.
What a compliment this was.. But be careful with prejudices – owls are not as pretty, when not looked at while at day..
Then, my darkness will cast you in the correct light. For only with iris’ stretched thin, and pupil’s dilated wide can anyone truly see light in the darkness.
What a way to put it!
Amazingly captivating, reading it felt like watching a movie, its scenes being desires that sneak into the hearts and imagination of all of us.
Im glad I could take you places with my words. Thats the best compliment for any artist. 🙂
owl is back with honey tickles on the lips 🙂
🙂 you and your flattery! Thank you.. My muse is back, dripping honey all over me.
Heehee *tickle*
So very sexy 😉
Tickle tickle.
You crack me up, R!
Good 🙂