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The Animal(Howl into my ear;The Animal1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
give me your claws.
I want the animal in you;
in you I shall nest.)
Take your clothes off, take them off for me.
Let me see the scars and the marks,
those dark moles and faint sun spots.
I want to memorize the way your fur grows.
I want to tickle my cheeks with your goose bumps.
Let me count the bruises and the cuts.
I'll bless them with names;
I'll lick away the blood stains.
We can lie skin to skin for days.
I have enough kisses for your brows and lashes,
for nails, teeth and toes, for thighs and knees;
in your curves and dents I'll nuzzle my nose.
Let me see your skin dance.
Through and around; your
Moon follows him,i go from room to roomMoon follows him,1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
opening all the windows;
Night steps in, a shy
smile fainting on his lips.
Moon follows him;
gathering up her skirts
she sits on the couch.
she beckons me.
Smoke plays with my hair;
Smoke has light fingers.
2012-04-14
© 2012 melekelif
I AmWhen I lingered my smile on your eyesI Am11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you must have seen a weakthing.
I am tough, boy;
centuries passed laughing through broken bones.
When I ran my hair through your fingers
you must have felt a babygirl.
I am old, boy;
a lost continent lies within my soul.
When I wanted sleep to get me from your arms
you must have thought I can't dream alone.
I am cold, boy;
a blanket would suffice.
2010-09-07
© melekelif
fishi am a fishfish1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
in a dirty
aquarium.
i swim.
i forget.
i swim
again.
Her TongueHe knew how to intrigue women, how to push their buttons and strike a conversation. He had been a player as long as he could remember. His dark hair was smooth as silk, and shone around his strong face. His face wasn’t a player’s face; he was blessed with trustworthy and kind features. He knew he couldn’t have lasted in the game if asshole was written on his forehead, and cheeks, and lips. Women loved his lips; they wanted to kiss him almost immediately, not that they would admit to it. Women loved playing hard to get, and he loved getting them.Her Tongue4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
So when he sat down across the pretty girl he had chosen for a play date, he was ready for all the possible conversations. He had chosen the opening line, and his comebacks to her likely replies. This one looked like a romantic; glasses and short bangs, no make-up, a black loose summer dress, and a notebook on the table. Complimenting her on her looks wouldn’t work, she would probably laugh and dismiss him immedia
I have grown winds.When you hear the songI have grown winds.4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
picture me dancing: bloody
and muddy and carefree.
Shave my hair.
Pierce my palms.
Skin my soles.
Not a whirling dervish, not I;
filthy and torn up,
I do not converse with Gods.
EternityI do not need to love youEternity11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to feel the magic you possess.
I do find a quicker beat within
as I stand before your grace.
The unfolding beauty of your existence
rewrites the meanings of beginnings and ends.
(The broken clocks
started ticking
as I crept;
I must be dead.)
2012-05-17
© 2012 melekelif
A Hound Sniffing Her Way Back Home:A night in your armsA Hound Sniffing Her Way Back Home:7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
after a day of freedom
new places possess…
My body inches towards you;
my nose eager for your skin.
I follow your mouth.
I follow your breath.
I fall asleep…
2011-11-14
© melekelif
IfIf this is love;If2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
what lies have I whispered into
pretty necks trickled with sweat?
Have I mistaken them for dreams?
Have I misheard the heart beats?
If I have loved before;
tell me what universe is this.
2013
© melekelif
Clashing MemoriesHe remembers her silent clapping each time they met and the final goodbye on the intercom as he left the building. He remembers the bubbles and booze and the sound of her voice when she was amused.Clashing Memories2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She remembers the expensive perfumes in his hair -one on each strand, fighting for absolute possession... She remembers breaking up with him, refusing to be the girlfriend he fooled, and breaking pieces of her heart as she remained one of his buffoons.
She used to love him. Or so she thought. She was not young, yet she still got confused when her existence wanted to fill another soul. Keeping someone company was safe grounds, yet passi
If You Were a SecretIf you were a secret I had to keep,If You Were a Secret7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I could have kept you forever.
Secrets and scars and silent screams,
I am their overprotective mother.
2012-05-08
© melekelif
I KnowI went to a fancy restaurant right by the sea. Fancy restaurants do not like it when you drop in for a cup of coffee; but it was too late for lunch and too early for dinner and the tables were empty.I Know5 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I sat down and pulled out my notebook, the notebook I had not touched in ages: “his” notebook.
The whole thing had lasted more than a year and I had written very little about it. Pages and pages of confusion, yet I knew it wasn’t all there. I had corked myself up for him, trying to age like wine.
I was scared of the words; didn’t remember what I had written-couldn’t fathom what they might trigger. I didn’t
MeI am bursting with emotionsMe2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
that are not mine to keep.
Same story, different faces.
You keep telling me to make my move;
I told you, I told you,
I never taught me the chess game.
The horses feel nice pressed to me palm;
the checkered board looks good;
but I don't know the rules.
"Come out to play" the world rings.
Play? Play you say?
Come watch me play
within me dream painted walls.
Take me to the woods;
I'll be quiet, I won't need to talk
to converse with the fireflies.
Drop me in the ocean;
I'll keep real still, I won't need to swim
to reach the shore; I won't need to die
to float over the sharks and the fishnets.
abyss1 year ago in Other
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i'll let you pull me downi'll let you pull me down1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
"let me tattoo you with
leaves and wings" she
said her hair tickled
my stomach her eyes
reached deep into my
mind cooled the heat
of the summer her lips
kissed the white of my
skin "let me tattoo you
green red purple black
let me celebrate your
body your soul let me
fall into that infinite
heart of yours let's
love and dive and grow
old wise together let
me kiss you young silly
every day let me tattoo
you i'll let you write
me down"
Joy"You are your actions," he declared.Joy8 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She actually agreed with him, but he was too serious for his own good. His convictions were wasting away his joy.
She lit her roll-up and announced "I am Light."
Exasperated, he rolled his eyes. She read them: silly, stubborn, childish... Too many adjectives were scribbled in his pupils. She didn't care for any of them.
She smacked the mosquito on his arm; "I am Death."
Shocked by the impact, he parted his lips. She read them: sassy, audacious, preposterous... His silence was practicing a wider vocabulary, but his eyes were struggling to hold on to the former ones.
"I am Affection;" she caressed his
Three WordsHe doesn't know I can hear his eyelids.Three Words10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
From deep dreams I surface;
rest of him frozen in silence
he mouths the words he fears.
He doesn't know how loud his heart beats.
2012-07-09
© melekelif
The Rickety RacketyRailroads pull on my lucid dreams;The Rickety Rackety5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wake up and I am ready to go, go, go!
Unknown cities, rank hotel rooms,
bottles of red red wine
-the cheapest kind.
I do not need your directions;
they say I have a hound's nose
-I’ll sniff the marrow off your bones.
Can you hear me, boy;
the rickety rickety rackety?
Did you paint me well, boy?
Is that my face upon your wall?
The ones you mistook for laugh lines
hold my screams, boy.
The eyes you named for dreams
are blood wells for sufferers, for fools.
My face lies, boy; my words mislead.
I am the meanest of the tavern whores
you have yet to meet.
Was I ever young, boy?
I’ve felt old
Your fault, not mine.You knewYour fault, not mine.7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
how to love
silently
on your own;
why didn't you
just
scream me
back home.
It is your fault that I left;
tell me where you are.
I went miles without you,
loved and ached and cried.
It is you
that I want.
I shall be born with you
if you won't have us rot.
2011-09-07
© melekelif
what is a poet butwhat is a poet butwhat is a poet but2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a species of liar
laying down words
to conjure and cajole
what is a poet but
a species of witch
spinning spells
into a heady brew
what is a poet but
a species of prophet
howling in the wilderness
scribbling invocations
what is a poet but
a species of candle
dripping away its life
to fuel poetry's flame
Heading HomeBitter-boned, I break and crumble to dustHeading Home7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
My pockets full of keys to places that no longer exist
An oystershell ashtray full of butts and ashes beside me
Testify to dreams of green hedges and white picket fences
A tapping on the door, a rapping on the wall
Ghosts always like this hour just before dawn
A bird screeches and I wake again to the stinging day
And shufflestep towards home from a thousand worlds away
Eventthe stars are sharp and the wind has teethEvent1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
night is black as a bodybag
clanking, buzzing sounds surround
as the wind has its way with the town
dimlights from the hospital over there
cheerios in milk over here
the night ripped in two by the surgeons saw
the dreamless, the hopeless, the flawed
(sometimes the world shifts on its axis
and never settles right again)
the wind is sharp and the stars have teeth
chewing through the darkness
eating dreams, vomiting dust to the ground
the surgeon pulls his mask down
nothing more that we could do
goodnight, i've other things to tend to
bonesaw and flatline sounds surround
as the wind has
Sta.sh
