The Muruku Murmurations

I wrote this after I found out my ex got married to the girl he was with when he cheated. She contacted me multiple times and I did not want to have anything to do with them. I dodge a bullet and she is his now. This is me letting go of everything that had happened from the start till the end. I was tied up with you My heart wrapped tightly like a ball of yarn Overwhelmed Suffocated Blinded to see that I was your prisoner. You strung me along let your ends loose Then left me behind Stale and lifeless. I was frayed; devastated, I spent twice as long Trying to weave together what was broken Back tracking to where my strings started Not knowing how to the get the ball rolling So afraid of getting twisted. I watched you play on another's heart strings Letting her tug at you Like flying a kite I had knots in my stomach. When you tied the knot My heart struck a cord I am not hung up on you Not any more My life isn't a tightrope like b...

A piece about a dream I had about a year ago, still fresh in my memory. Times passes quite quickly, who knows, we may meet again really soon. My head sinks into the curves of your shoulder girdle Your arms blanket my torso My palm resting on your heart Your chest raises into mine Our hearts alternating beats Every pulse quakes my wrist. You beard rustle over my forehead Fingers running through my fridge My lashes brushes against your chest Fingertips lightly grazing my lips Your breath whispers rhythmically into my ears My eyes fall asleep in your assurance eyes closed in your gaze Your cologne lingers in my hair Your scent calms my lungs like Cedarwood on an autumn night. - Swit Marie 0904H 29th April 2018 Taman Bahagia

One of my favourite things to do back in Russia was to walk down the streets in the middle of the night, especially during autumn and early winter when it just starts to snow. This piece is about revisiting old memories with new people in mind. Walking on the streets Dead of night Snowflakes falling right where our eyes meet. Our focus on one tiny gem Everything else is an oversight You and I take our time Follow through with our line of sight. Watching, this little one take flight It drifts and so do we Till our eyes see hazel, burgundy with a hint of caramel. Reflection of street lights Dimly flickering Till the next snowflake Steals our gaze we are still wide awake Walking into our foresight. - Swit Marie 0453H 3rd May 2018 Taman Bahagia

To my light of inspiration, my firefly that shows up every now and then to give me a glimmer of hope and creativity. When our eyes meet They do not wander elsewhere Your pupils dilate; Just wide enough to permit one Your irides welcomes me Beyond your retinae Into your memories We are the only two in the room Dimly lit Enough light to see your treasure Clasped in our hands Flickering like perched fireflies. - Swit Marie 0658H 19th May 2018 Taman Bahagia