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.

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Hush

Hush.
Shhh.
Don’t say a word.

Unless your fingers and tongue
Tell my bare skin what you heard.

So hush.
Quiet.
Don’t you dare speak.

Let tepid pearls of consolidated sweat,
Have us drown in saccharine sheets.

-Ramona Arena 2015.

Good Morning Heart of Mine.

Good morning heart of mine,
I wonder if you’d fancy a walk with me,
On cobblestone roads, secret wooden paths
Illuminated by the warmest rays, piercing through leaves and bark.

Where gentle, the breeze of silence,
Promises you undivided attention,
Where serenity grants you security
To unabashedly reveal your affliction.

I’d like to hold you if you’d let me
So I can lead you to trust
It’s a place where you’ll be loved for who you are,
Not for what or for benefit or lust.

Abuse was only a teacher,
That showed up to help you grow
But you seem to be touched so deeply by her,
You refuse to let her go.

Believe again oh dear sweet heart,
Plant seeds of forgiveness and fly,
Amongst the eucalyptus and wild chamomile,
Dance forth to the beat of your own creation,
For you are still alive!
Β©RAMONAARENA2014

Love Letter

Write me a letter,
Or write me a song.
For I cannot stand to be,
Something that is long gone.

Emails are fine,
As are messages and Skype.
But instant communication,
Is less charm, more hype.

So write me a letter,
Filled to the brim.
Pour your soul into it,
So I can feel how you held the quill.

Communicate with romance,
Keep the spark alive,
Go to the post box with a nervous flutter,
As I will, when it arrives.

-Ramona Arena 2014.

The Coffee Shop of Change.

Consistency would be the death of my spirit she thought.
He asked if she was hungry.
She wasn’t.
But he insisted.
So she settled for a Croque Monsieur & Cappuccino.

He looked into her eyes asking if something was the matter.
She bit into the crispy toast with the melting cheese sliding past the side of her mouth; she smiled.
Perhaps I don’t know myself as well as I assume I do: she thought but didn’t dare mention.
She nodded and looked right back at him saying, ‘thank you’.

She found comfort in his consistent knowledge of her happiness.
Maybe stability isn’t such a bad thing after all.
He held her hand and gave it a squeeze.

‘Now give me a bite will you? It looks so damn good!’.
For the first time, she didn’t bicker and moan about him not ordering his own food.
She laughed aloud as he picked up the plate,
Looking back at everything that was.

This – him, me, the sandwich, this moment … was worth the wait.
It was worth it all.
Love is always the right answer.

– RAMONA ARENA 2014

Hello, with no Goodbye.

There he was, this little ball,

With Mother cloaked in black.

Tiny legs trying,

But the pace of city traffic,

Kept holding him back.

The light shone STOP,

But people here are crazy,

Rules are for fools,

To hit the brakes,

They’re lazy.

So mother took no risk,

Alert and alarmed,

With no time to waste,

She stopped,

Scooped him into her arms.

She hurried across the road,

His head bobbed up and down,

He noticed me observing,

He smiled;

Waving his hand around.

My heart felt a rush of warmth,

Returning the smile and wave,

Back on the ground,

He turned around,

But my rick left in a haste.

-Ramona Arena, 15th September 2015.