poetry

Cats and the moon

We crashed on the mosaic floor on the terrace,
on the night of the pink moon.
It was not late at night just 20:30 hours;
But we were sufficiently intoxicated,
From the party, we snuck out of
To watch the moon.

We traced the moon
until came a dragon, and
He swallowed the moon.
The moon slipped through its stomach to the tail.
The baby elephant held the dragon’s tail,
but he let the moon rise above his head;
But in the end, an evil blanket covered the moon again.

It was a serene summer night,
Nothing moved except the dragon in the sky
And my hair strands due to the occasional breeze.
The dragon left for another moon
As he turned his gaze
and looked at my eyes covered by a netted veil.

“Look at the moon,” I pointed to the sky;
He said, “You are my only moon tonight.”
I held his face and pushed his curls away from his eyes,
His eyes were as cute as buttons on his shirt.
White covered in blue dots.
“Hi meeewww,” he smirked,

I dressed as a cat,
In a black dress that fit and flared
With black stockings covering the rest
Of my legs.
My cat-eared hairband ended in the netted veil that covered my eyes.
He drew my nose with whiskers,
While I closed my eyes
And giggled like a happy girl,
I messed his stache
to look like whiskers and now
I was the Persian
and he was my rogue street cat.

I unbuttoned his shirt,
His shoulders glistened in the moonlight.
I ran my fingers through the dimples
As he held my face to show me the sky
And a translucent dragon swallowed my moon this time,
Then came the mean catfish and ate him.

My lips reached for his lips
Our kiss was soft and subtle, teenage-ey,
Not much tongue;
Just kisses that taste like
Candies and
Smell like strawberries.
Kisses that feel like
unicorns are flying in the night sky.

“Meeeeeeewww” he whispered as he broke away from the kiss
I beamed as a sky lit with a million stars
And his eyes glistened
As his slender manicured fingers ran
Through the center of my face.
Like I was back in my hometown
When I was a child,
As the sugar rush flowed to the brain
I felt the same happiness I felt.
As a schoolgirl that runs home for summer vacations.

I smother his face with mine,
We both rise
To look around for a while,
Whispering meeeewwww into each other,
As he holds me
Around my waist
And I hold his neatly moisturized neck.
The sea is still at a distance,
The dockyard has a colorful ships
Anchored to the shore.
As I crane from the terrace into the horizon
He holds me from behind.

He unzips the hold of my dress
Goes a long way down,
As goes to sleep the town
The faint sound of the train engine
Adds to the rhythm
As he kisses my neck
And I stand still and watch as time moves ahead.
He slides my dress off my shoulders
As he turns me around
Kisses my eyes over the veil
before he yanks me closer,
Our masks slip through our skin
Until we are just us,
Without sham or pretense.

He holds me close
And I keep him near to my heart
Our hearts beat through the quiet of the night
Tomorrow we’d be him and me.
But tonight we were just two cats making love
Under the moonlight.

poetry

What we are and the stories we tell

We are little girls who wear rainbow skirts

Pair them with leggings and a bright pink shirt

We are the hairbands we wear

The wind in our hair

We are candies we hide

The horses we ride

The songs we sing loudly

We are the sugar rush and the brain freeze

We are everything that fails to deter us from going for things we love

We tell stories of how we love ourselves

While wearing monochrome body hugging dresses

Adjusting and pulling them at every unwanted gaze

The alcohol in the noon sets us in a daze

We promise ourselves to not tread the line

Red heels kill our knees

As we stare at rainbow skirts at little girls section

Wondering if our rapidly ageing bodies

Will ever be able to carry them again

We are still little girls that believe in happy endings

And crowded Christmas gatherings

Running around the house

Our dresses carry stains of the barbecue sauce

And lips carry traces of the red velvet

And we sing around the tree

We tell people we hate Christmas

How the beautiful things in life are crashing in alone at our

Cramped apartments secretly lit in fairy lights sneaking from bottles,

We drank throughout the year to be brave

A glass of wine and a stranger we bring

Because we are afraid of memories

Our dresses are non stained

But our hearts are contaminated

And our lips broken from the kiss of Judas

While every time we come near Christmas

And the little girls in rainbow skirts we see

We miss Home, we miss us and everything we used to be