WHEN LOVE REACHES BETWEEN THE SHEETS

Red roses bouquets touch the bottom of a glass jar
strong perfume smells choke the atmosphere
hugs and wet pecks on the cheeks
compliments of dresses, bow-ties and curvy hips
ladies first…
open doors for the queen, beauty, beholden sight
palms resting on his folded arms
rise of the chivalrous man
charming his way into the queens melting heart
smiles and giggles amidst dry jokes
chair pulled for her to sit on

Good morning texts on her cellphone
smiley faces on the text line after love quotes
looks like a contest to win each other’s heart
surprise gift on her desk at work
mid-day call to the man says he’s surprised
wine glasses cling in the silent night
cold wind blows in their eyes staring at the starry sky
longer hugs usher in subtle kisses
late night texting

Adventures come in quick and fast
riding on top of the train from town
the silence in the house is drowned in their chatter
she finds him to have moved closer to her
his hand on the headrest of the sofa
he sure as hell read her go-ahead signs proper
today he wants to actualize her hints in flirts and rolling eyes
silence drowns their chatter
eye contact, lips lock, tongues murmur

A week later he calls her
she ignores the call because he ignored hers
few words pass between them when they meet
she bites her lips
worthless, used, feels loose, regrets
he hits the clinic
transmitted, itching diseases
the blame game begins on who is the victim
she fears missing her periods
he changes numbers in case there’s an unborn

Another week passes, months roll by
roses are now wilted and the jar is broken
she had moved on, she had to
sanitary pads from the top shelf into her trolley
he is with another beauty, holding the car door open
glances are exchanged fiercely
she wants to scream his name with a tirade of insults
he wants to play cool like nothing is going on
he drives away
she pays her bill while shaking her head
love comes and goes
it goes after reaching in between the sheets

WHERE DO BROKEN HEARTS GO?

She is fighting shadows in the dark
images made up in her mind
She is fighting scars tearing deep in her heart
bleeding and broken into a thousand parts
She is fighting tears falling from her eyes
clouding and blinding her sight
She is fighting and fighting
She wants to break free from this tiding
She wants to swim free and float above it
to glide and see the love tip

Fear moistens her lips
it makes her tremble and knock knees
Blood curdles deep in her arteries
The end of it is swallowing her
The base of love is pressing her down
she cannot climb up
She cannot move her hands and grab its sides
it is slippery, full of hurt and misery

Betrayal precedes loyalty

Which guy would set her free?
The look in her eyes; which guy will make them blink?
Fingers clutching wet handkerchiefs
Torn and tattered pages from the diary
Words forming sentences and sad poetry
140 characters in forlorn tweets
folded legs curled up in a corner of her bedroom
Strands of unkempt hair hidden in the grey hood
broken finger nails in scorched polish

Behind her are only bitter-sweet memories
The good times digging deep into her bad ones
reminding her the convenience
The adrenaline rush that coated her conscience
Spur decisions into seconds of ecstasy
Regrets in minutes, hours, days  marking tragedy
Curses in between her malady
Breathes deep and air is full of pain

Where do broken hearts go?
Are they patched, knit together or re-mold?
Do the scars heal or still remind you of the gone?
The heart beats feebly or it becomes stronger than before?
Will it still have the space for something unknown?
Like when it welcomed a stranger who it adored?
Till stranger became part of its beat
Making it race as she dissolved in his embracing
Shattering it into countless pieces when he tripped it
because his love was for someone else and not she

SCHMOOZING WITH THE EYES

I live for keeping the eye contact cos when I did that
I opened room for conversation…
Her dilated pupils concealed in glossy tear made it special
Exceptional things about her came alive
Things she was thinking that she won’t say aloud
I breathed in and exhaled an intent “Hi”
She gave a smile and rolled her corpulent eyes
This blaze of vivacious kept me absorbed in her
For a moment I was lost in the opened window
A window that led to her soul and her thoughts
One that bared a beauty furtively bestowed
inside heavy-lidded eyes
Her iris were black resembling a drop of molten mortar
And that oomph that came with it…
Embodying her dashing mascara to a blitzkrieg
Artistic eye pencil and an exotic shade of eye shadow
accentuated her glinting eyes already squeezing my complement
She narrowed her eyelids making her lips constrict
as if posturing for a peck
Her left hand made a slow swank on her dark curls
pulling them behind her ear as if she hadn’t heard what I’d said
I was nowhere to be found in her stare
I had looked at women, many, and none had this kind of gaze
A gaze she had managed to sustain since our eyes met
Our eyes met…
We were standing at the counter all this while
She had winked, I winked back
I did that because she had cut through my part
Sabered deep to my curiosity through my lit eyes
Her lovely doe-eyes sparkled like broken glass under the sun
They made her audacious
Through her eyes I knew she was a go-getter
She controlled attention with her appealing stern
Then she swallowed her guzzle of wine
Still looking at me as if it hinged on it
Then came the beam, a smirk
charmingly warping her luscious lips into a welcoming arc
accompanied with the dazzle in her eyes
indolently giving me the once-over from the bottom-up
And to all appearances contented with my being there
a racy “Hi” emanated from her mouths
The conversation began
As well as up to now
we still discourse looking into each other’s eyes.