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 –


I’m two steps ahead of you,
and I already can’t remember
what it feels like
to be there,
where you are now.
You point towards the ground
and ask me
to walk a mile in your shoes,
but my dear, I say,
I have my own shoes to worry about,
as I speed up,
leaving you and your shoelaces.

– Chatty Owl –


Pale fingers running
up and down my legs.

Soaking up
my tanned skin.

Your lips on mine.
I want them to be lost

in a maze of kisses.
For eternity.

A horizontal figure of eight.

Like me.
On that table.
On my back.

Inappropriate thoughts
is the most natural thing

right now.
With you.

High heels during the day.
Barefoot at night.
In love by morning.

– Chatty Owl –


Dry lips
shield my wet warm mouth
from kissing.
I wrap strings of my hair
around fingers
I watch your thoughts dreaming
my legs
wrapped around your neck
We don’t talk
and you can’t hear my whispers,
but we both know
that I’ll be sitting on your
and at your breakfast table

– Chatty Owl –


Clothes. Torn.
Like my heart in your hands.
In pieces.

I scream. Loud to your mind.
To drown the guilt.
We both hear.

Neck. Arched.
So is my back.
To make you want my legs.
Around you.

Are you the type
that falls in love
with taken men?

I am the type
that steals them.

– Chatty Owl –


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
where the tone of your voice
is the perfect alarm
in the never-coming morning.

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

– Chatty Owl –