We

Slow.

Only Finger Tips.

A deep breath cut short.

Slow.

Mmmh. Yes.

Just like that.

Grab.

Fiercely.

Regain control. Gently.

Only lips.

Slow.

Meditation. In the moment.

Senses on high alert.

Everything. Sensitive.

Bliss.

Hands.

Invitation to slurp.

Locks of hair.

Weave between fingers.

Clasp. Squeeze.

Passionate.

Deep.

Shudders. Smile.

Face gripped.

Unmistakable. Knowledge.

Eye contact.

Exchanges.

Slow.

Mmmmh.

You know me well. Intimate.

Gorge. Burst.

Flushed.

Ignite.

-Ramona Arena 2016

Advertisements

Ode to Love.

Love!
It’s all that’s on my mind.
Love!!
It’s a power so divine.

Everywhere I turn,
Hearts I find,
Heads resting on shoulders,
Fingers intertwined.

Even statues have held on,
Bringing intimacy to life.
The greatest of all composers,
For you are alive.

Love!
You are so beautiful to me.
Love!!
I am eternally immersed in thee.

-Ramona Arena 2015, 15:00, Oslo.

Dear Intimacy…

Dear Intimacy,
I heard your name in casual conversation,
So I thought I’d take that step of initiation,
Cuz it’s been a while since we met.

In fact, if I may be honest,
I’ve forgotten what you look like.
Or is it what you feel like?

Do you remember me?
Can you tell me what the colour of my hair was?
Perhaps my favourite song?

I wonder how time shot past
Yet stood deadly still for so long!
I didn’t realise how the absence of you
Had filled up the emptiness,
With the guise of being independent & strong.

Catching your eye,
Holding onto your hand for a few seconds longer whilst being introduced.

A heavy smile laden with a million questions,
On a head that’s light as helium,
Forcing all logic to be irrelevant,
Unnecessary even to ones well being.

Defence mechanisms at an all time low
As oxytocin whips the pulse to race at a deadly pace.

We should meet again soon.
I’d like that very much.
Everything can be said and healed,
When comprehension rests on touch.

-Ramona Arena 2014.

Baring It All.

Just as the cool dew of morn
Kisses every blade of green
You don’t have to smile, she cooed
With moisturising timidity.

Parched, like dry, cracked land
For oh so long
He’d forgotten the taste of rain,
As her words he absorbed.

Tis better than the alternative
He grimaced unwittingly.
For he meant to flash another smile
Maintaining appearances & dignity.

Her tone of vanilla
Took on a softer hue
In order to lift the floodgates
And let the water through.

Leave it be
Let the candle burn.
Don’t worry about the flicker,
It’s a part of it’s sojourn.

Her gaze lay fixed
Upon his stare
Tears also make moments
Memorable and rare.

He looked at her suspiciously
As the winds of caution blew
Dark clouds rolled in continuously,
Squeezed dry, leaking through the roof.

With defences disguised in the form of clothes,
No recollection of when she stripped him bare,
He now lay covered in those very drops of dew
Reflecting her light through the sunshines’ glare.

-Ramona Arena 2014.