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.

STRANGELY FAMILIAR STRANGERS

Mute correspondence of thoughts
gets thrown around in skies above us
and floats freely,
criss-crossing paths
with one another –
it reminds me of those days
when I just imagined you existed.

I created you
over years and years
of pre-sleep dreaming,
musing about all the things
you would do to my body.
I invented the shape of your eyes
and almost felt
the lace of my underwear
tearing,
as you undressed me
with that delirious stare
from the opposite corner of the room.

A feverish passion
scalded the inside of my veins,
and I knew
it can’t be just a temporary madness –
you were my chronic illness,
that I never wanted to be cured of.

Feeling sick to my stomach,
I put my kisses on hold
and cuffed myself
to a permanent state of confusion,
that left me light-headed and dizzy.
Just like that feeling you get,
when you dive under water
against your will,
and suddenly the fear of death
becomes a welcoming thought
of a translucent euphoria,
and all you can do is close your eyes
and faint into golden waves
of a welcoming self destruction,
that glimmers in the sun-lit-surface
of the water above you –
a surreal feeling,
that sways to the rhythm of a dying heart.

Clip-clop
Clip-clop
Clip-clop

Time trots
around gates of my guarded walls,
one second at a time,
reminding me
that every day it’s easier and easier
to guess those final words
of your noiseless sentences.

My intuition has never failed me yet,
and I know that one day
we’ll end up as strangers
on opposite sides of the road –
politely smiling,
as we pass each other every morning,
yet
we’ll be insignificant to one another.

Once all animal urges are fulfilled,
we all commute alone.

– Chatty Owl –