Submissions by Mrembo

Bringing pen to paper is so much more…
It’s the process for reaching a depth inside for something to say.
What have I to say? What have I to feel?
Hello… Is there anything there? Is it me you’re looking for?

Such a forgotten friend, and foe lives within.
I feel to hide away, cover my ears, n sing ‘la la la la’
Yet I’m drawn… Curiosity killed the cat, u know…

Should I explore, find out more, dig deep and lay myself bare?
Or hover on the surface… Like an algae, or the scum of boiling milk.
The scum that once removed, gets to a nutritious, if burning...

To burn foil once more
Taste freedom, resurrect numbness
Treacherous pleasures

He sent me a photo, a selfie in fact
Whilst walking down the road
A normal photo, a normal day
And in this photo, I see his lips

Full. Fleshy. Flirtatious.
How my mind wanders...

Thirsty I am to be their drink, drunk by them
Hungry I am to be their food, devoured by them
Wet I am to be their envelope, licked by them
Smoking I am to be their cigarette, heated by them
Dancing I am to be their audience, played by them
Intoxicated I am to be their whiskey, high off them
Breathless I am to be their air, inhaled by them
Red I am to be...

Tis a funny thing, my dear, that I (sometimes) yearn for someone else, another name, another body in my bed.

'Tis a confusing thing, my gorgeous, that I (now and then) flirt, giggle and talk late at night with some men.

'Tis a strange thing, my beautiful, that I (occasionally) say 'morning sexy' and 'goodnight honey' to a stranger to my mind.

'Tis a peculiar thing, my sweets, that I (at times) ponder upon finding someone, anyone, to share my life with, for years to come.

Because it's all different, my love.

My desire… it's not as raw.
My...