Anthea

Anthea Nov 2017

Perfume

Overcome with excitement
Lust
Feelings he doesn’t understand
And neither do I
Top notes of bergamot and lemon
I grow anxious
Hopeful?
He breathes in as hard as he can
Middle notes of freesia and white rose
He can’t get enough
It’s driving him wild
It’s driving me insane
“It reminds me of her”
He says
Base notes of musk and sandalwood
I crumble

Her...
But of course

#love #romance #unrequited #rejection

Anthea Nov 2017

Grapefruit

He’s sweet
I bite into him and feel the juices pool in my throat
He’s bitter
His aftertaste
The sting of rejection lingers in my mouth

I’ve always been addicted to grapefruit
Its natural tang much like melancholy
Much like the nightshade of my heart
I bite off more than I can chew
I live for contradiction
And it’s addiction to love

Grapefruit is a woman
A woman who feels too deeply
A woman who is sweet and sour
The woman I’ll never be
I can only consume
I ate too much

Grapefruit is the man I love
Sweet and bitter
The sting of rejection lingers in his mouth
Give me more
I’m still addicted

#love #romance #unrequited #rejection #grapefruit #****** #addiction #sweet #bitter #fruit

Nov 2017

Sylvia Plath

Mad Girl's Love Song

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

Anthea Nov 2017

Strawberry Wine

His voice touches me
Like strawberry wine
Clouding my fears
Giving me permission
To feel him
Under the autumn moon

Drunk on his citrus scent
I'm overcome with need
With lust
I'm drowning in all the words I want to say
I want to say them sober
But I can't

More strawberry wine
It slips down my throat like a bitter reminder
My hands
His hands?
I can't remember
I want to remember
I want to feel this sober
But I can't

I'm bubbling over with feelings
I am growing desperate for more of his cosmic skin
But I drink more strawberry wine while we dance
And hope he forgets it all in the morning
I want him to remember
But he can't

They say drunk words are just sober thoughts

#love #unrequited #rejection #romance #friendship #alcohol #drunk

Anthea Nov 2017

And Swallow my Feelings

I sit sideways
I bite my cheek
Watch my pink skies fade to black through the window
The sunflower’s faces turned down
I turn inside myself when the night comes

It’s a subtle ache
The air is light with chlorophyll
The moon is asleep tonight
I sit alone
I still bite my cheek

Our thighs pressed
I laugh
I touch your arm
The wedge of a strawberry moon in the distance
Yet I bite my cheek

The air is heavy with humidity
Your tall grasses whisp my legs
I bite my cheek harder
Pink pools in my stomach
I choke on my words

A strip of white plaster
234 miles thick
Pink starlit skin
Your strawberry mouth
Sweet sunflower hair
I have to bite my cheek

I sit waiting
Wishing to watch my hot white sunrise through your window
Flowers bask in the rose gold sun
I unfold in the moment
Bathing in your citrus air
I keep biting my cheek

#love #unrequited #rejection #romance #sad

Nov 2017

kayanja ronald edwin

words of a blind poet

speaking of a beauty unseen
the ruby lips florescent,

a flower,
sprouting

from a withering stem
the fragrance
that seizes
the midnight breeze---

the lily of the valley,
her delicate petals
like crystals
of the stars---

her moonlight smile,
a treasure
in the secret chamber of the mind
and upon a silent winter night,

she dances,
her hair like a feather,
to the tempo

of her lover's frozen breath

#love #beauty #life #nature #flower #death #dark #pain

Nov 2017

Weronika

blank

you never kissed me
even though i'd kissed your lips a thousand times and more
but only in my dreams
sweet lips of yours
pressed to mine
swollen from the passion between us
the lust that filled our hearts
spread like a poison
like a forbidden fruit
filling the inside of my body with warmth
the fire
burning out every possible doubt
erasing every memory i had
until i was blank
like a canvas
ready for the painter's first brushstroke

#love #kiss