YES, I’M DRUNK ON LOVE

My open mouth
swirling words,
spitting abuse and
words of fucking love.
Slick hugs
feel
like an obedient canary
singing praises –
raises –
ups and downs
of these nightmares.
Your lips
with the taste of lazy nothing,
aroma of a bird
(with wet feathers)
on you,
under,
on top of
me
(inside you)
and visa versa –
I’m a plain romance
to you.
With a heart of whiskey,
body of ice,
and
kisses and touches
in the pissing rain.
You call me names you know,
But you don’t know
-ME-
Lolita is my nickname
and
… is my name.
Sweet kisses
and fluttering eyelashes
turn into fans of lust,
waves of love,
winds of attraction,
hurricanes, that
destroy fucking everything –
even red lipstick
and
flawless legs.

Come.
Touch me to death.
To the line of departure.

Before it’s too soon to regret.

Lets.
Now.

– Chatty Owl –

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56 thoughts on “YES, I’M DRUNK ON LOVE

    • Chatty Owl says:

      Thanks so much. As i said above, it really came out of nowhere and now i think its not that great as it looked last night, haha.

  1. J.R.Taylor says:

    The charisma of this picturesque scene of devilish love left me breathless…literally…wow… πŸ™‚ You know all the right words to use in these types of poems! This is masterful…

    and I can bet you know what part I like the most! πŸ˜‰

  2. Shakti Ghosal says:

    I loved your closing lines, and I quote,

    “Come.
    Touch me to death.
    To the line of departure.
    Before it’s too soon to regret.”

    We always go through life’s episodes with the belief that there would be another opportunity. But does this belief serve us going forward? How could we shift our perspective to believe that every episode is unique in its own context? As we do this, we start appreciating the last line above.

    Cheers

    Shakti

    • Chatty Owl says:

      Thanks for stopping by! I don’t know, I had to reflect on my life and think do I always take things in life as if another opportunity will present itself and I must say.. I try to live my life as every decision to be the most right one, because I KNOW second chances don’t exist.

  3. Rahburt says:

    are you happy with your poetry now? even though i never thought you lost your touch. i don’t think your typing fingers are capable of typing anything less than chatty owl worthy material.

  4. fairytaleepidemic says:

    Your words strike the match of desire so very quickly, setting fire to passion that I hope never burns out. I’ve been thoroughly enjoying your poetry as of late β™₯

    p.s. don’t delete it! ^_^

  5. levybrakes@wordpress says:

    I love this line
    ‘You call me names you know,
    But you don’t know
    -ME-
    I am a nut for a lyrical twist. Very nicely done. I can feel existential angst.

    • Chatty Owl says:

      Cant thank you enough, dear. Such pleasing comment. The thing is, I wrote this in a haste, without thinking too much. Always the case with me πŸ™‚

    • Chatty Owl says:

      Yes! Another thing with me is – I forget what i wrote. And if i read it after a while, i sometimes doubt it was my own writing. I know, im weird, ha ha!

  6. Russel Ray Photos says:

    Thanks for letting me camp out in your blog for a little while today. I had a great time and tried to leave my campsite as good as when I arrived. I’ll be back in a couple of weeks!

  7. mystereum says:

    “…
    hurricanes, that
    destroy fucking everything –
    even red lipstick
    and
    flawless legs.

    Come.
    Touch me to death.
    To the line of departure.

    Before it’s too soon to regret.”

    smiling, nodding, YEAH!

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