Once again. It’s that day. My mind is always full of you. On a Sunday.
BIG APPLE OF SINS
You killed everything good that I had left.
SHARP
Long shadows remind me of the short moments we have yet to enjoy.
– Chatty Owl –
IT’S SUNDAY
Lonely darkness
creeps inside
my
thoughts
about memories
about us
(still) together.
My hand reached out
for
all that is
right
to write
to you,
but I forbid myself
to do so
more times a day
than
breathing.
I needed you
more
than my naive soul
could admit
and spoke about it
less
than my heart
could allow me.
I miss
being an angel.
– Chatty Owl –
WINTER
Cold touch
of
white powder
finds your toes
quicker
that a warm hand
next to you.
Clean crumbs
of
pure cloud
are
crunched under
the weight
of mind.
Gives in.
Melts down.
Defaced beauty.
– Chatty Owl –
LOLITA IS NOT A BOOK TONIGHT
You tease me
with your words,
like your fingers teased the palm of my hand,
like my lips should have teased yours
more.
Way more
than they did.
I wanted to run my hands all over your nervous self,
but all I could do is stare
and
want you.
One hour turned into two.
Two cups into four
and I couldn’t help but notice
how easy it is
to turn the bitter taste into sweet
in two short seconds.
(And you did it in one)
I know I shouldn’t
but I can’t
stop
(nor do I want to)
mouthing words of praise
I have for you.
– Chatty Owl –
TANGO
I will let myself borrow the music from your life. The tunes, that are always right and make their way into my soul.
Yes, tango. The only dance that makes me weep. No matter how hard I try to keep my face of stone, it just melts me into memories of how I used to…long time ago. If you asked me to show how much I love you in the most intense way, I’d dance for you.
With you.
The speed! The twirl! The affection that just seeps through! Those red ribbons against my skin and firm taps on the floor would proof the love in such a way, it would leave you breathless to ever doubt it. The power! The one that lifts my whole body up and covers me in sweat of the salty passion. The dance, that dismisses all questions and leaves you craving more and more and more. Like a crazy madness of unstoppable speed and imperceptible sadness this two-step brings. The heat, the storm of sensation, that bounces back and tickles the bare triangle of flesh on my back. Your palms, holding me. My nails, leaving marks on your skin as I glide my fingers down your arms. My hair, touching the floor as you let me go and your hot breath on my cheek as we stop. And look at each other. Before resuming this immense act of seduction.
I would dance myself to death to prove my delirious fever I have for you.
– Chatty Owl has left the building –
PATH
I screamed (five times that day) and nobody could hear me. The drizzly rain diluted my salty tears and they all turned into little streams of waste. Tiny rivers, that soiled my existence in this city. At least for one day. I walked for miles and wondered at the passing cars and people. There were that many…
I slammed the door a tad too hard that day and it was still ringing in my head. The noise of change. The melody of a broken chain, that guards the gates..the path of a dishonest future. I make decisions for the others and shut the windows down, taking away the sunsets of their own imagination. It causes violent rage and obscene storms of emotions.
You know, I never knew anger can be so seductive…
– Chatty Owl –
WAIT FOR IT
Let me give you what you want right now.
A fairy tale with no wrong answers.
An illusion with the happiest ending.
Let me. Come to me.
Now.
Take me and all I have to give.
Three wishes – I’ll make them all happen.
With one condition, my dear.
Good things always have an expiry date.
Wait for it.
Let’s be happy now.
Until…
Until we are done.
– Chatty Owl has left the building –
LOW
Stay with me.
CHATTYOWL 