Love is more thicker than forget

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Inappropriate

Never did I know this will happen:
inappropriate courtship of my feelings.

Announced it happens and
it doesn’t recognize
day or hour.

No age  and no place
exists in a love play.

With rushing wave and
crushed to ground
I drink possibility from
your salty lips before
I enter inviting sweetness.

Darkness envelopes me
in sudden expectations
and skin awakens with memory
of buried wanting.

Your eyes still haunt me,
apparition in every corner.
And I hurry back to my old life
before impossible turns me into dust.

Maja S. Todorovic


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Allotropic modification

My lungs are one large, deflated balloon,

sitting somewhere in the lost chair.

I grew  branchiae instead.

 

You perfectly fit to this porous body,

viscous in masculine, bogus, warm-heartedness.

 

My shoulders carry dark cloud,

exercising lifting of heavy thoughts.

 

I know I’m cute, but can’t offer you a smile.

Maybe an open umbrella?

 

You are amorphously

voiceless, unbroken:

chameleon of the day.

 

Maja S. Todorovic

Your name

Wears its own fame.

Starting with B.

I like how B blows out of my mouth.

Like a playful Boo!

child’s ambush from

a hidden corner

or

your surprise from behind,

hands eclipsing my eyes

and kiss in the neck,

wistful sighs.

 

R likes to roll on my tongue.

Wants to get out –

doesn’t want to get out.

Jumps, bounce of my teeth

and rolls like a train speeding its feet.

 

S likes to become shhhhh…

when I put my heavy, tired head on your

chest, nest.

All vowels and consonants

are disciplined solders, creating brigades of

syllables,

always ready to march,

when desire knocks on the door of my mouth.

Hurrying deep south.

Maja S. Todorovic

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How I wish to die

The air has your color

the memory of its own,

repeatable sense to remind

me how hips shared hunger and

joined hands traveled the same path

of untold story.

 

The time tastes after your touch,

after the sound of every stripped

particle, wanting to get lost

in you, collided with the meaning

of existence.

 

And the space collected every drip

skipped from the lip, a tear, a sweat,

scorched on the bathroom floor

fossilized witness of how I wish to

die – curled in you, sigh extant.

Maja S. Todorovic

Raw, uncensored

The way I slept naked on the floor;

The way I hid myself from the sun;

The way I ate uncooked food with my bare hands;

The way I flossed my teeth three times a day;

The way I laughed at your stupid jokes;

The way I adored your razor-blade thin smile;

The way your huge hands held me around my waist

is the way I loved you.

And still do.

Maja S. Todorovic

NaPoWriMo day 23: Larger than us

A memory:

His dry, pale cheeks burn

as smile begins to peek,

chain of glowing pearls

overshadows incoming dawn.

Her porcelain skin aches,

in sweet and soft pain, electrified,

under his fingers, tied.

 

Now: they are just two strangers

each sleeping on his side of the bed.

She wonders…,

yet she knew the answer:

“Life, larger than us,

that’s what happened”.

 

Maja S. Todorovic

NaPoWriMo day 21: An Intent

Why do I need to pretend?

You say: ”I’ve always had good intent!”

yet your eyes sparkle every time

I plead for your fragile approval?

 

I’m not who you expect me to be.

I can’t be something you need for you

to continue your life in peace.

 

I’m confused, I still search

to make that little girl inside me smile

run after rainbow and collect stars;

swing on the moon and walk

across the Sun;

 

jump over the mountains

and play charades with whales

in ocean fountains.

 

That little girl is so scared,

impaired by false assumptions

she need to take care of you

instead to accept:

“Here, within myself I belong to!”

 

And I can tell you

that little girl is very close to finding her truth

lying in between two smooth edges of tomorrow

where she’s conquering beautiful world’s burrow

and yesterday when you held her tight to comb her hair.

 

Who said life is fair?

Stop to fight, let her go.

 

Maja S. Todorovic