SUSPENDED OCEAN

Echoes of soft ripples in the night,
like waves that lick against
the shores
of my mind and body,
lighting my eyes
(the way only you can),
and guiding you to me
in an ocean of smiles
and uncontrollable kisses –
you don’t have to say a word,
your mouth writes vast seas upon my lips,
and my tongue replies in swirls
and eddies of wet touches.

Your everything
is an instant reflection of my desires –
your fingerprints on my spine
leave salt-stained proof
of my happiness.
I insist on keeping you close to my breath,
because I can’t get enough
of the sin you leave inside me,

Beads of sweat,
like little crystal balls,
soak up our memories of this night,
recording the passion,
to tell it in the future, so
we would never forget
where I belong –
drifting endlessly
in your arms…

– Chatty Owl –

I MISS YOU

I wanted to be cured of madness that lived inside me. The delicious illness that made me jump in my sleep, thinking you are next to me, holding my dainty neck captive, so I could only breathe when you let me. I wanted to hide your clothes and throw away keys from all those doors that I’ve locked, because I was too proud to ask, if you were to come back here again. Spinning rooms and out-of-breath love
confessions were moments I remember most.

I miss those side effects of you.

– Chatty Owl –

A GIRL FROM SCRATCH

“You want to save me?” I ask,
as I’m suffocating
in the complexity of this sadness.

There is nothing to recover any more,
my dear.
I’ve infiltrated my simple body
with an intricate mind,
and the result was
an endless sandstorm –
dry and gritty ashes
of what’s left of us.
It hugged me
with its coarse hands
and left my skin grazed, raw and exposed.

“Can you describe love?” you ask,
but I’m having trouble answering you.

I stare in the opposite direction,
words whirling inside me
like a devilish blizzard,
as I attempt to find
the most appropriate definition
known to me.

“It’s a sexual penetration of emotions”,
I finally decide,
closing my beautiful mouth shut for good.

– Chatty Owl –

FLAWS

It’s not a secret,

I have a thousand flaws.

I line them up upside my head

and observe their stubbornness to never leave me.

 

(You did though)

 

Fresh cut grass – one of my favourite smells,

yet it’s funny

that I like something that’s just been cut.

Sliced.

Beheaded.

 

(I should do the same to all my imperfections)

 

Everything happens for a reason, they say.

How do they know?

 

– Chatty Owl –
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AUTUMN

Coldness comes
in waves of colour and sound,
and
I often imagine myself,
barefoot,
in a pile of leaves,
waiting for you to come to me,
to be an echo of that one evening
that I can’t forget.
I want to embrace the approaching winter
with a thought
that you’ll stay that way forever –
an idol.
A never-ending mirage.
Like the sound of horses in the distance,
our days disperse
further and further apart.
Little disappointing actions
turn into a map of roads
that were never meant to intersect.
I tried so hard
(or maybe not enough)
to keep my head full of dreams
and my heart free of remorse,
that I forgot to forget
that you are just a reverie.

– Chatty Owl –

INTIMACY

We ignored cats eyes
as we drove through drying-out puddles,
and into a fabric of a peachy night.
My toes on the dashboard
and too-fast beating hearts
were only few pieces of this short story.
Your tongue
turned into a thief of my kisses,
and in return,
I gave you my mouth
as a finger-sucking monster.
Hipbones, pressed hard against the leather.
Shadows, flickering on our faces,
in the light of passing cars.
They stopped for a second to watch us,
just like our heartbeats did,
every time my neck got bitten
by you.
We woke up in separate beds,
but we both knew, it isn’t an illusion
of how good our love is,
when mixed together.
I burn your oxygen, while you replace mine –
a constant stream of perfect love drops.
My shyness was paper-white and angelic,
until you spoiled it.
Like a hunter spoils feathers of the swan,
marking them red.
With a bullet.

– Chatty Owl –

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LITTLE YOU KNEW

I stood there,
waiting for you to make the first step.

Backwards.

I wanted to see your eyes glazing up
with ever-so-dark shadows of the night,
so you would blend into the night,
and I would feel less awkward
about not caring anymore.
I wanted to remind you
of all that vast number of days
I spent watching your face lit up
when I smiled at you.
Little you knew,
that I was trying so hard
to find something to smile about.

Constantly.

We played each other,
like a game of monopoly –
we built houses
and rolled the dice
to score a bigger number
against one another,
chasing money and power,
as we brushed against each other.
Like a vicious fox,
you attacked my body,
trying to get to my heart,
but little you knew,
that it was already beating passionately
in another man’s palm.

– Chatty Owl –

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REPRIMAND

You grab my chin and force me to look up at you. I know you know that it’s the only way you’ll get my attention.

“I like it, when you are silent and don’t say a word. Then I convince myself that you are listening”, you say.

I want to tell you that you are not wrong. Of course I listen to you. I just don’t hear your words. They aren’t important. But I don’t want to continue this conversation.

“I want you to have a future”, I change the subject calmly.
“I want you to delete your past”, you snap back hastily.

Don’t we all want the impossible…

– Chatty Owl –

AIMLESSLY

Our stories add up
like multiplying numbers –
a progression
that has no end in your mind,
but digresses in sadness
that already met its end.
Suddenly nothing sums up –
life is all about a lottery,
where
wishful thinking is a promise of better days,
but in the end…
…it’s just a useless piece of
floating paper
you throw in the air.
Aimlessly.