Clouds lick my skin
with their wet tongues
of raindrops,
and I watch pages of my book
transform into sinking boats
of black-on-white paper.
They say the air is the freshest
after the storm,
but I don’t need a reason
to be calm,
unless I’m around you –
a gambler of life.
Like a cowboy,
who walks on dust
without leaving footprints.
I have such an urge
to spring-clean my mind,
to get rid of all the cobwebs,
forgetting about
The spilled milk.
The soiled soul.
And the reason,
why I still write
with the scent of you
on my skin.
I lick raindrops
off my bottom lip,
as if you were wiping your kisses off
and only then I realise –
it’s
still
raining
and
I’m
wet.
– Chatty Owl –
CHATTYOWL 
Yes. I definitely aspire to be on your level of brilliance someday! Intense and moving. What a read!!
Oh darling, that was such a compliment to me! Honestly, i think you are way too generous with your words, but im glad thats the reaction my writing evokes. I hope to keep it at this level in the future too!
“I lick raindrops off my bottom lip, as if you were wiping your kisses off and only then I realise – it’s still raining and I’m wet.” – I’ve never read words arranged more beautifully… I missed the beauty of your words in my month long journey… but it was worth the wait.
Chatty, there’s a heavy heart between these lines incognito ~ Blessings dear~Debbie
This is such a beautiful piece…imagery flows from these words. Creating beauty in the afterglow of a storm. The recharged beauty of memories. The recharged sexual motivation. The recharged want to be reborn. But it’s still there. Making us wet. For better or for worse.
I’m always in awe when I read your poetry and there are so many great lines in this one, as in all of them. Very beautiful and enticing to your readers and these stood out, probably because I love cowboys…:)
a gambler of life.
Like a cowboy,
who walks on dust
without leaving footprints.
Have a beautiful weekend, Chatty! xx
How weird, im so glad cowboys took your fancy 😉 xx
Well, I fancy many things… 🙂 xx
Utterly beautiful. You are such a treat to read
Like an ice-cream? 😉
the scent of wet – always stimulating
Unless its a wet dog.
‘Iller’ 😛
This is another one of my faves ❤
Such a funny word…
scent
of morning rain
wiping water
from
eyes
~
fingers
always remember
every
little
thing
Fingers always remember everything.
Even things they dont want to..
muscle
~
memory
to describe your writing, I am running out of praises 😦 so for this I simply say delicious Lady Owl.
No fancy words needed 🙂 I’m just glad you visit and read x
Gorgeous piece, I loved the first stanza!
Thanks my dearest!
but I don’t need a reason
to be calm,
unless I’m around you –
such a delicious description of that elusive ‘something’
what a magnificent poet, are you!
*smiling…… waiting*
*smiling back*
Your comments always out-do themselves 🙂
i’m only rising to your occasion, Miss.
*bowing now*
i can hear your voice now when i read your pieces 😉
You do? Thats a good thing, right? 🙂
since it’s yours and a wonderful voice, yes 🙂 nice new photo!
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RAIN, RAIN…A POET’S REFRAIN!!!!
Oh chatty you are far too talented I think you need to quit your dayjob
And do what? 😉
Well I have a lot of ideas I think you may be well aware of some of them:) Writing full time might be a thought.
I fear the rain would never be the same, without your lip to drip. For even the darkened rain yearns to dirty it’s purity in your presence. I’ll be there watching, hiding my umbrella, so that the rain causes cloth to press tight to skin. Hell be it for me to stop you from getting wet. 😉
You just formed a beautiful image of the rain against fabric and fabric against skin. Mmmmmm