#Januaryfalls18 18. Passion Blooms

#Januaryfalls18 18. Passion Blooms

As I turn around

a plate of food in my hand

I lock eyes with you,

my throat suddenly filled with sand.

 

Your eyes held power,

mysterious, seductive; I ignored my gut

which was telling me to cower

as you were not meant for someone like me.

 

My gut won and I averted my gaze  (very painfully so)

went and sat down with some friends

trying to graze

and made useless small talk, trying to forget you.

***

I’d never seen someone with so much food on their plates and so much honesty in their eyes; the moment I my eyes met yours, I knew it: we were meant to be. I smiled my best smile, trying to win you over, charming your pants off, but you went away.

Why?

What happened?

Did we not just have a moment there?

Did I just imagine the whole thing?

I hope not. My best imagination couldn’t have conjured up something so real as you.

My brain is mush. But I liked how I took this poem.

My bae, Parvathi over at Queen Talks and I are attempting these prompts curated by Poetry Falls over on Instagram.

Advertisements

#Januaryfalls18 11. Liquor and Lies

#Januaryfalls18 11. Liquor and Lies

“Hey, come here,”

you call me as soon as you notice me walking in.

I walk towards you,

noticing a half empty bottle

of red wine and you holding a glass.

I take a long sip from yours, and sit down

next to you.

You pull me by the collar

close to your face, our breaths mingled

“I’ll forget that I did this tomorrow, so”

And you kiss me.

Clumsy and with passion.

I hold you up, push you against the couch,

and kiss you back.

Next morning, we go back

to our lives.

Even though we don’t want to forget

that this ever happened.

Hm, this is okay-ish. I’m not very happy but it will have to do.

My bae, Parvathi over at Queen Talks and I are attempting these prompts curated by Poetry Falls over on Instagram.

#JanuaryFalls18 10. Midnight Seas

#JanuaryFalls18 10. Midnight Seas

“Come on, let’s take a walk,”

That was unexpected of you.

I take your hand and lift myself off

gracelessly, but you don’t notice it

because you don’t make fun of it.

My heart is thumping in my ears

deafening the sound of the high tide

crashing against our legs.

We go deeper.

Water keeps raising

to our calves, knees

mid-thigh, waist

You don’t stop.

I don’t stop.

But when the water was finally reaching

up to my chest, you whirl round

pull me to you

hard against your chest

raking your fingers through my hair

you whisper, “I’ll never

ever let you go.”

I’m happy this took a turn like this.

My darling Parvathi, over at Queen Talks and I are attempting these prompts curated by Falls Poetry over on Instagram.