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No, this is not for you.
It’s not for him either.
This one is for
my-
self.
Getting words out from me is
art.
I part
my lips,
but I don’t part with my secrets freely.
An open conversation with me
is like slitting fish -
difficult to grasp,
difficult to maintain,
yet
you still can’t resist to get your hands
dirty.
High
on the sight of a bleeding sun,
I count all those moments
that made me think
low
of you.
Little acts of kindness
were like magnetic light -
intoxicating,
yet it resembled that sensation you get
when you stumble in the dark,
trying to find a familiar object.
An enigmatic quest
of lost surroundings.
This.
This moment right now.
I want you to ask me,
if this is for you.
I want to stare at you in reply
and mutedly nod.
And I want the movement of my head
to be the answer that I’m lying.

- Chatty Owl -


THE BLACK HORSE

I’ve cut the moon open,
so I could see you,
enveloped in a white cloth of light
from a leaking sky.
A premonition of you as the black horse
was right in front of my eyes -
an alluring distraction,
that turned out to be as annoying
as an itchy paper cut.

The feeling
of a fog-wet grass around my ankles
reminds me
of your shy attempts to hug me,
wishing it will spark the fire between us,
but
I remember feeling lukewarm already.
Just from the thought of it…

Apprehensively,
you make one step back,
then forward -
a zigzag of intercrossing intercourse,
that always tasted better in reverse.
Resentfully unsure,
you blend into a thick fog,
giving me that content sense of relief.

Don’t waste your imagination on me,
my tolerance is never coming back.

- Chatty Owl -


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 -


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