My words end
on the tip of your tongue
as I try to squeeze the moment
for the last kiss
that you clearly didn’t want.
You chased me
to make me chase you back,
yet your eyes started wandering somewhere else
as a result.
That awkward moment,
when my hands wanted to touch you
and I knew you would regret
me doing so,
that’s why I had to tame my urge
to have you,
hidden under layers and layers
of winter clothing,
as a reminder to myself
that it’s the only heat I’m getting
right now.
You evoked a fire in me
that died with the wetness of
the tip of your tongue.
Just a tiny touch
was enough to make me
die.
– Chatty Owl –
CHATTYOWL 
So sad, yet sensual and hauntingly beautiful, Ms. Chatty!
Owl,
Your words are so good and just in a league of your own. You should be in so many magazines from Cosmo to Hustler. You need a great publicist. You really are so uniquely talented and I am so glad to have the honor reading you scorching hot and very personal and intimate poetry. I would love to see you write a screen play or something with dialogue. Hollywood needs you and I bet would find your words as steamy as I do…. Your biggest fan to date I am sure….. claudy
Oh you!!!!!! Seriously, you say the best things, dear. Thank you for having such a high opinion about me!!!!!!!!!!
Blistering, Ms Owl!!
You know, certain words make impact! 🙂
What a terrible way to die…with that fire lit only to be extinguished once the fire inside was burning the brightest. I felt a lump in my throat reading this because I could sympathise with your character. The need and a want for someone that has shown such great interest and then it’s just wasted away in that moment of the first touch…like a candle reaching the end of its wick prematurely. I always blamed myself for instances like this. Thinking I had waited to long that by the time I caught her she was already a ghost. Or that I had just built the moment up to much that it just wasn’t what I had envisioned. Thank you Chatty for this poem! I love your work and this is no exemption. You always speak of feelings and very human situations. It’s gorgeous and so painfully real. I could never pass the chance to delve into your work. Thank you!
I can tell only one thing. It is very difficult to deal with the feeling of rejection, no matter if feelings are involved or not. It’s the broken pride and the feeling that you are not enough as a person. Meh.
Very truthful…especially after we have invested so much time in being the person that we think the other would like. It’s draining. Tiring. And disheartening. Making you cold and self conscious. I’m sorry Chatty. My wordsmithtress.
What a terrible way to die…with that fire lit only to be extinguished once the fire inside was burning the brightest. I felt a lump in my throat reading this because I could sympathise with your character. The need and a want for someone that has shown such great interest and then it’s just wasted away in that moment of the first touch…like a candle reaching the end of its wick prematurely. I always blamed myself for instances like this. Thinking I had waited to long that by the time I caught her she was already a ghost. Or that I had just built the moment up to much that it just wasn’t what I had envisioned. Thank you Chatty for this poem! I love your work and this is no exemption. You always speak of feelings and very human situations. It’s gorgeous and so painfully real. I could never pass the chance to delve into your work. Thank you!
I can tell only one thing. It is very difficult to deal with the feeling of rejection, no matter if feelings are involved or not. It’s the broken pride and the feeling that you are not enough as a person. Meh.
In the spirit of reverse, I switched the “you”s for “me”s and the “I”s for “you”s …. It’s amazing how the emotion and relatability changes with the perspective …. I also like the concept of tiny touches having of much power (a life or death result) , whereas smothering (as with the jacket) has little effect … Reverse indeed!
you know what….. that was a very smart thing to do. thats how the poem was initially written…..
you can only bleed the feelings in words Owl. I like it
That’s the only way I know how to write. Thank you though…
🙂
Sad but familiar
Sigh. So sad.
This tips and totters so well, there’s that real edge of uncertainty and balances fighting each other in it…
Thank you for such a beautiful comment. I’m glad you find my writing appealing.
Haunting , but sensual and seductive
And a little bit sad?
just a little bit…yes
Hauntingly beautiful!
Thanks!
I wish I didn’t relate to this so much…
Sigh. So sad. Hope you are better now.
Sad. When the thrill of the chase is more appealing than the thrill of a the touch of deft fingers, or the kiss of eager lips.
It’s actually a very weird feeling. To feel rejected.
Rejection is often a response against our own feelings or reaction to a person, more than a rejection of the person themselves. You are still magnetic regardless. 😉
Foolish man. Ridiculous, foolish man.
Hmm. No, not really.
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Thank you once again.
my pleasure, always
This was me exactly a year ago. Exactly.
Damn. I’d like to say “high five”, but it’s not something to be happy about.
You kidding me.. Kisses are always welcome 😉
Not for some people!
Nice one!
Thanks dear!
Your poetry is so feminine, Owly, as you, delicate and sensual, like velvet or silk … Lot of courage and freedom in your words.
Kisses !!!
Thank you… I try..
I just love the way you write… Stirs such emotion in me
And that, in return, makes my heart happy.
Shivers chatty, it gave me shivers…. Loved it!!!
Shivers are good! Especially if I can cause that, haha!
shivers are great, especially when they radiate through lovers, of lust 😉
It sounds sad for me 😦 It shouldn’t be so.
Sad and unfair.
ouch – and how could they possibly look anywhere else….those awkward moments, urges and fires are so hard to put out. Lovely my lovely. x
You know, we can’t expect to be liked by everybody. 🙂 x