THE MORNING AFTER

You say
my skin is like your coffee –
with milk and sugar.
I smile in return
and we both sieve our own memories
about last night –
you smile and reach for my hand
while
I bury my coldness
in the rising steam from a cup.
I don’t pay for my drinks
and I don’t pay you compliments,
because
unlike my eyes,
my mouth is refusing to lie.

My indifference
still makes your breathing loud
and your heartbeat faster,
and I know
that
you see me as a girl
of
“let me be your man”,
but I can’t let you do that
as much
as I can’t stay here for too long,
so I just leave you
with cups both full
of milky coffee –
I like mine black anyway.

– Chatty Owl –

FALLING ASLEEP

I fall asleep
to the sound of the clock,
that stopped weeks ago,
but I like hearing things
that are not present for days now.

I drift away
into a sleepless dream about you
and our dreamless sleepovers
together,
where the tone of your voice
is the perfect alarm
in the never-coming morning.

We fall asleep
to my body belonging to yours
and
we never say a word,
when it’s time to leave,
because I hate asking questions
and
you’ve already asked yours.

– Chatty Owl –