The Muruku Murmurations

Sometimes my mind wanders to explore things I should or shouldn't, would or wouldn't, could or couldn't. This one is pretty straight forward and doesn't need a caption. Silk, satin Lingerie, lace Skintight lyra Indentations in all the right places. Curvature Curvaceous creatures Firm formations Arches of suggestion Sensual extensions. Beauty marks Floral scents Feminine pressure Burlesque music Heavy tension. Moisture, mist Missed chances Mysterious misdemenours Myriad of dances Mindful adventures. Ignited excitement Sharing of emotions Exchanging of souls Flowing of expression Giving of one another. - Swit Marie 2355H 11th July 2019 TMM HQ

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

#NaPoWriMo2018  #Day27  prompt by Poetry Cafe KL #NaPoWriMo #50wordsfor There are 50 words to describe snow. What else can you describe in 50 ways? 50. Toes that have smelled the ground 49. Soles that have tried many roads 48. Heels always ready to spring into stride 47. Feet that know where to go 46. Ankles like scaffolding 45. Calves that ploughed a true journey 44. Knees that have knelt before God 43. Quads that have conquered marathons 42. Hamstrings stretched to reach greater heights 41. Gluts that curve bodaciously 40. Hips that have danced till sunrise 39. Core as strong as pillars 38. Stomach that ventures for the exotic 37. Guts that challenge the mediocre 36. Chest as wide as the horizons 35. Heart that beats with warrior drums 34. Lungs that have tasted nicotine 33. Diaphragm that breathes deeply 32. Sternum that is humble 31. Clavicles that are welcoming 30. Shoulders that bear the weight of the nation 29. Arms that embrace fully 28. ...

#NaPoWriMo2018  #Day25 prompt by Poetry Cafe KL #NaPoWriMo #tanka Write a tanka using at least two of the following words - bicycle, journey, photograph, gunpowder, pillow, insomnia. Our photograph Taken by flash gunpowder On our journey Your sweet scent on my pillow Cure for my insomnia. - Swit Marie 0449H 26th April 2018 Taman Bahagia

I spent most nights of the end of 2017 unable to sleep and pondered about love, fate, chance, uncertainty and how my life could have been different if he had stayed. It is a void when dreams don't come true and the reality I live is truth. This piece was given its title when I contributed this to the Speak City Asia newsletter called 'Tiny Walls'. Take me now on a stroll down memory lane As the sun begins its descend I find you standing there in plain sight Along the horizon of light and shadows where your silhouette is marked In opulent angles The arches of your brow Touches your high cheekbones Lifting your charming smile Deepening those cheeky dimples A carpet along your sleek jawline defining your edges. Your face looks like it has seen much Like the moon that is still visible Pale translucent blue in the afternoon Still present despite the sun already luminating the bright sky Still whistling softly among the swallows that fly Nestled b...

What comes to mind when you think of love? I tried  to do a bit of homework after Melizarani T. Selva 's and Bill Moran 's workshop  (by Spill The Ink ) on the use of repetitions and challenging myself to write a 'love poem' again. Love has got me thinking that life is as precious as loss that lost time is precious that ignorance is not bliss but the absence of knowing life if life looked like something, it would look like the look you have on your face right now. Love has got me thinking about dreams and ambitions when passion meets opposition when exceptions is the limitation when dreams turn into expectation then we get honest reactions. Love has got me thinking Beyond chemical reactions and rash decision when one erection becomes a rash and a rash reaction turns into cash When cash is the transaction for your devotion and value is merely an illusion. Love has Love was Love is Love will be Love can be Rational Irrational Co...

From the day you and I wrapped our arms around each other and hugged for the first time, something changed. W e both discovered a place of comfort and security, a places didn't want to leave and a place that we now call home. Three... two... one ... I close my eyes As my eye lashes slowly descend to touch the base of my eyelids to rest My head is absorbed by the cushion that is your chest. Inhaling the alluring scent that lingers on you Sinking and drifting, lost in your atmosphere, I settle my weight into your space I find solace in this sacred embrace. Capturing this very moment Immortalising the very sensation that my muscles experience The sense of security and comfort Every curve and bend of your body Hoping that not a drop of this memory is lost Letting my guard down at all cost. Accepting that this is where I belong Unable to imagine myself without your touch Living without this safety net Venturing without this...

Today I'd like to celebrate a fast friend, yet a really true one, and one of the best I've got right now (and so far). I can't thank him enough for his quiet & constant support for my endeavours, and for the simple ways he has been there for me when I needed him to be. Here's to you, Serigala - I will tether hotspot for you to catch Pokemon any day of the week :)  Charming you don't mean to be but you are,  Surpassing all the pretty boys by far,  What you are is a solid & truly nice man,  Of your music & dance moves I am a big fan. The sway of your hips with your legs between mine, There is a cool vibe about you but your eyes are kind,  There is no lying you give me 3am thoughts, Although I know realistically it is all for nought. I have to admit I do enjoy your gaze,  And the sensation when my body you accidentally graze,  But this shameless flirting is harmless at best,  Which is why at the end of every...

Almost loves are the hardest to get over, I find. And while you attempt the path of least resistance, there are moments when your sense are assaulted and you can't help but express them in poetry. Yet you know that nothing good will come of this, so rationality trumps desire, and you don't. This is to pay homage to that small moment, and to letting it go. I want to write about you. About how my heart still skips several beats at the sight of you, slumped into a chair in quiet focus, your eyes fixated on whatever is intriguing you. I want to write about how when your face spreads into a smile, or a full on chuckle where your eyes completely disappear behind the frames of your glasses, I cannot help but smile too. I want to pen down the many different ways your intonations send shivers down my spine and back up my neck, making me stiffen in anticipation despite knowing nothing will come of it. I want to describe your many volumes, like the softness in the way ...

I was challenged some time ago to write a piece based on astrology and horoscope compatibility. Let's see if these two stars will clash or match. Watch the Libran make her entrance, Work her magic with confidence, She knows how to tip her scales, To make sure time with her is never stale. Secretive and mysterious, Suave and mischievous, As long as the Scorpio fancies, She'll continue to entertain his fantasies. She works her charm to her delight, Ruled by Venus as her light, Easily she fits her scales to size, Adapting to what she wants as her prize. Strong and independent are his ways, Intelligent and witty are his plays, His sharp tongue brings him much pride, Beware as Pluto gravitates him to the dark side. Her conversations teem with intellect, Careful with the company she selects, Rather self sufficient and compliant, But her indecisiveness is persistent. Beyond his distant and cold exterior, Deep down he is kind and sincere, Fue...

It is a very exhilarating place to be, at the beginning of something that feels like it could be something, yet knowing that it'll amount to nothing. So you try your best to salvage the moment, the perfectness of the situation, and immortalize it in a poem. This goes out to everyone who has ever been afraid to take a leap of faith & crash onto the cliffs of love.  So close to the edge, I inhale the air so fresh, I feel the wind blowing, And I know my back is turned, To the cliffs where the unknown lies below, Yet I do not face them, I stand on the ledge, At the edge, And close my eyes. The wind howls & threatens to tip me over, With its attentiveness to detail and its intense look, The view is amazing & will continue to be so, If I just keep looking ahead & I don’t look down, Into the cliffs where the unknown lies below, Where prospects and the future dwells, I think I would do well, To just stand here on the edge, Of the ledge. “I won’t fall!...

You don't always get what you want but it never hurts to know what you want in life. Live a little, day dream a little and who knows, some day, maybe you may get what you want. Firstly, You, breathing life into me, Your kiss awakens me, Gentle, sweet, inviting. Gladness fleeting in your smile, Gazing and wandering eyes, Your soft glances, Your smirk. Secondly, Brisk moment in your arms, Deep carress & embrace, Hold me close. A lingering grasp so tight, For a few seconds, Kiss me lovingly, And go. Thirdly, Getting caught in the rain, As it pours endlessly, Dance with me. To the rhythm of raindrops, Twirl and spin me, Dip me down, Hold me. Fourthly, Tread through the sandy beach, Run to the ocean, Hand in hand. The rushing waves crash in, Swim against the current, Towards the horizon, At sunset. Fifthly, Take trips to the unknown, Venture off the roads, Alone with you. Listen to our...

It's been a while since I have written something in the voice of 'Brighteyes'. Maybe she will return with more romance in her words and wear that blissful smile once again. This. Just us, You and I, Love next to me, At the break of dawn, The sun rays kiss my skin, Your heat and warmth keeps me cosy. Deeply inhale your scent in these sheets, Your fingers caress my tangled locks, The macro view of your lashes, My pupils fixated on yours, Tracing every facial line, Memorising your smile, Drawing closer, Sunrise. Dazed. Half asleep, Still and glowing, Slowly my head sinks, In your torso and curves, Hold me securely in your arms, Beat my ear drums with your heart. Run your fingers down my spine rivetingly, Our breathing in-synch with each other, Whisper "Good Morning my sweet." Kiss my forehead gently, A beautiful moment, Every morning, Forever. - SY 12:55H 12th April 2016 Titiwan...

Psst...   Another collaboration piece. Can I tell you a secret? Promise me that you will keep it, It won't be something you would regret, Do tell, what is it? It is something I can't get of my mind, It is something that is hard to find, I will slowly share it in these lines, Oh! A full poem? That is fine. Maybe? We'll see where it goes, Depends on how you reply, nobody knows, So how do you want to play? Anything else you want to say? Playing with you is what I like to do, Maybe I will just keep giving you clues, Clues they may be and what lies within, It remains a mystery of what could have been. In the darkness none can be seen, It's is some thing we always can't wait to begin. Depends what awaits to start, At times one does not have the spark. Sparks there are but star struck I am not, It's always something we look forward to a lot. The times spent is always treasured, And most assuredly with pleasure. Pleasure is...

So, it was St. Valentine's Day yesterday. This year, for me was 'Singles Awareness Day'. Most days of my youth were spent having someone there who was my go-to-companion . I never really spent a long enough period being single. This was the first thing I started to miss. Yet another night, Lying alone in bed, Nothing but repetitive thoughts, On replay in my head. Nothing compares to his chest, The warmth of his embrace, Unlike the pillows I use to rest, On his firm pectorals I laid my face. The comforter all to myself, Just that piece of lifeless fabric, No jolt of chemical electricity, Only the feeling of cold static. No strokes to line my crown, To caress my forehead and nape, No fingers that venture up and down, To find that soft spot to escape. Now the air in the room is stale, I was so used to the scent of you, My every breath had your trail, It matched the smell of my eau . The white noise that fills my ears, Were your rhythmic...

This is probably a letter to myself, afraid of letting myself feel so much again, afraid to admit the thoughts I can have and let my soul be alive again. There are things better left unspoken, if not better just get them written. I want to say the many things in my head, Of my thrilling thoughts and fluttering imaginings, But to tell you the truth I'm quite afraid, It's more about what I can or cannot say, Some words not meant to be spoken but dying to leave these lips, Maybe I will try in this letter today. I do remember the last I felt this way, When my heart would ache at the absence of your presence, I remember the excitement that would last through the day, To justify the way I feel is not fair, Because of so many reasons and circumstances, But I indulge in it anyway without a care. I wish this could be taken lightly like a dare, You say it, we do it, its over, cest la vie , It quite exceeds the amount that I can bear, The way my heart accelera...