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Malina

@mothandpetals

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Pigeons * Wrapped up in my kimono at 6am Dogs dragged me out with their insistent barking Not that I was able to sleep Anyway They scratched the floor on my terrace searching for baby pigeons It was too early to be barefoot too cold to be cooing let alone barking Pigeons laid their eggs under my freshly laid floor boards and all I could think of was being laid by you Playing and laying And cooing So much cooing When we leave all the barking behind My bare feet facing the rising sun My freshly laid limbs on my freshly painted floorboards Cooing into your ears like this pigeon mama coos with breakfast in her beak Soothing her babies’ hunger I want to sooth yours Feeding you lips to lips and lips to lips and hips to lips Hips to hips Make my feet warm and every possible feeding combination is on offer Then I can search for your beak and feed myself I need you differently when I am sleep deprived I need you with my visceral barking yet the patient soothing and sustaining love of a bird mother too My inner night owl is in cahoots with my heavy eye lids and I drift to you for warmth What do they call a 6am day dream? A cooing of a longing heart or a barking horniness? My kimono doesn’t keep me warm on the cold early morning floorboards But you do Wing-flapping pigeons do not know how to feed me But you do Dogs derailed from their morning routine by nesting pigeons don’t disturb the rhythm of the world for me but you do Like hatched babies in a scattered nest you brought life to my terrace Nesting under my floorboards . . . . . taken in London, United Kingdom by @mothandpetals
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a year ago
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. Some Kind of Fairytale * One seemingly lazy summer afternoon With a premonitional whiff of honeysuckles seeping through the key-hole Love knocked on my door I opened Stared at her bedazzling eyes and levitating body She asked me to assemble my buckets Then swiftly opened up the sky I had no free buckets so I gathered up my dress Thinking Should one be always ready for love There I was Unprepared The trimming of my dress rolled around my fingers Looking up at love unzipping the heaven for me with her diamond teeth No free buckets ready to collect her gifts Nobody taught me this A sonic boom knocked me off my feet Melodies tasting like honey Jewels making my skin sparkle Flowers enveloping my heart in divine scent Flooded my entire house and saturated my dress with hope I was speechless and started to levitate with love until I passed out One seemingly lazy summer afternoon Love knocked on my door Invited herself in Settled on my sofa Called it her new home She pulled a giant lollipop out of her invisible pocket and proceeded to lick it Watching me salivate She said she was here to stay I said ok Forever She added I said ok I didn’t have a free room She said she doesn’t need a room She doesn’t need space as she is the space She defies the laws of physics I understood and made a chrysanthemum tea for both of us because it was pretty She poured the tea in a half-full jar of honey She said she likes it sweet Then I made a stir-fry and she added 9 big chillies into hers She said she likes it spicy She pulled a blender out of my cupboard and blended all my fruit with all the juice I had in the house and drunk everything at once She said she likes it juicy I said ok Then she jumped on me and squeezed me tightly and said Sometimes I can be heavy and tight and you will have a hard time to breath I said ok That’s about it She said She coughed and the chilli on her tongue made me cry but the honey in her breath gave me shivers and the juice in her stomach started to jiggle and I laughed One seemingly lazy summer afternoon I fell in love With you Forever And that’s about it The end . . . #poetry #lovepoem #lovepoems taken in London, United Kingdom by @mothandpetals
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2 years ago
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. Loop * Love is a loop on a garter belt Clasping something so delicate and beautiful Dictating the tightness of the grip Violet nylon of violent turmoil of my mind And the loop embraces all the scenarios of this affair Love Controls the rhythm of the heart like a well-placed garter belt controls the rhythm of my stride Love is a crease under my knee Especially when your hand and my leg flirt with the gossamer mood of my stockings It’s just the reflection of my soul Darling Love is a sad ladder ruining the luxury of the day running down the side of my thigh Please check with your tongue if there is anything we can do about it Then rise back up and count my gasps with your kisses Pick the loop between your fingers Pick my love between your ribs Let go only to let my beauty shine and my madness too Love is a loop on my garter belt but now it’s in your hand Now I am naked once again Stockings fallen at my feet My heart fallen at yours Our hearts are a loop and as it goes with loops they always bring an end to the beginning They loop They loop and hold tightly what’s clasped in between We loop We are a loop A loose loop now Darling We let it all slip to the ground With a teardrop sound Stockings or bare legs I still want to loop my legs around your waist Your chest Your head And squeeze Tightly Like the fastening of my garter belt Clasp your lips with mine And loop me in your loop Love is a loop of my garter belt Love is a loop of my heart fastened around your existence Love is passion Loop is passion We are passion Let’s loop . . . . #poetry #stockings #garterbelt #giostockings #lovepoem #poetrylove #nylons #lovepoetry #romancewriter #romanticwriter #lovewriter taken in London, United Kingdom by @mothandpetals
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2 years ago
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This poem was inspired by one of the best - Edgar Allan Poe. He was born on this day. . . I Wear A Dream Over My Skin * I wear a dream over my skin It has the scent of a midday ocean And the colour of the hungry sky with its jaw endlessly open Occasionally consuming your soul As it drools and drips right into your eyes Sunlight like love creeps between my legs I cradle your warm scent until dawn And beyond Until forever Each morning deliberates a new conclusion to our mood No wound deep enough to weep from the winter blues No clues to search for when you know The day passes by one way or another The sky above is hungry again We hush it with our passion Your kiss A dream within a dream greets the night’s arrival and we dream further Past the point of no return When hope closes its eyes and darkness plays a game of hopscotch on your mind It’s only for one night I know your love Nothing is gone when hope takes a night off We all need a rest my dear I clasp your heart in my yearning lace Like a dream within a dream you slide inside my delicate entrapment What now? Who knows?! Only the lace of sweat, passion and somber moments that drag the dawn down whispers the possible tale of tomorrow And the day after I crawl to you wearing a dream over my skin You kiss me I wear a scent of you now Forever You are my dream within a dream Dear Hope sleeps without a pyjama Under the blanket of our bodies It dreams of us . . . . . . . . . . . #poetry #lovepoetry #edgarallanpoe #poe #lovepoem #bodypoetry #barelegs #lingerieaddict #femaleartist #fineart #lacelingerie #lingerielove taken in London, United Kingdom by @mothandpetals
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3 years ago
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. Like a Ghost * I hide behind the sheet Like a ghost My breath on your neck gives you shivers Like a ghost I make you scream all night long Not like a ghost Not like anything ghoulish Scary Perhaps But not like a ghost For you I am real Very very real Scary Perhaps As that’s what real does I bring no tricks Although plenty of treats You reached behind the sheet I cover myself with to spook the others But not you Scary Perhaps As you outlined my shape after you shook the sheet off me And now you know me well What the sheet covers isn’t bland Not pasty either like a ghost Gently pink Shamelessly rouged from blood that rushed to all the places you touched Warm Hot even Every day and every night since I have known you Not like a ghost Very very real That’s love my dear Scary Perhaps But full of life and full of passion Not like a ghost (Although, I have no proof of the passion of ghosts to draw this comparison) Under the sheet I whisper to you Under the sheet you hide with me The shape of us The passion we share Under the sheets And nobody knows the details Shhhhh But us Scary perhaps But not ghoulish Just real Shhhhh . . . . . . . #poetry #poem #happyhalloween #halloween #ghost #lovepoems #lovepoem #art #femaleartist #femalewriters #womenwriters #iloveyou taken in London, Unιted Kingdom by @mothandpetals
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3 years ago
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Omnia Vincit Amor * Some loves fly in a flock of birds Some hide behind the shadows Some loves promenade in crowds for everyone to see Some live on paper in a dusty box under the bed Some loves yearn to be announced with bells and balls and a harp player Some simply beat in a secret frequency of two hearts Some loves are pure and pristine with a beautifully paved linear path of time Some rise from the hidden darkness of two souls Some loves are calm and steady and ever present Some go through hell and storms The list goes on But then there is us Then there is me Then there is the missing A canary in a cave of longing And what the hell do I do with that? That tactile inconvenience of everything Days that drip like melting stalactites Piling down to solid rock formations hanging over my head The missing The longing The flapping wings of my colourful desperation Omnia vincit amor Love is a permanent rent-free resident of my heart A squatter in pink sharp-heeled sandals Frolicking around my skin wearing my summer dress giving me goosebumps Omnia vincit amor Loves winks at me from underneath my bellybutton and I know I know She won She won She won She took me over for good The canary is yet to be returned Laying under the stalactites with my mouth wide open So shamelessly I suck the dripping missing Suck it in and smile Bring it on Love makes the sucker out of me A smiling loser dancing in a summer dress and pink heels Omnia vincit amor I suck on my stalactites and smile You conquered my soul and my sanity Omnia vincit amor What the hell am I supposed to do with that? . . . . . . . . #lovepoetry #lovepoem #summerdress #femalewriters #barelegs #summerhair #summerheels #stilettos #heelsandals #classywomen #romantic #classicstyle #legsfordays #pinup #femininestyle #glamour #glamlook #thunderthighs #feminineenergy #intimates #sundaymornings #sundayinspiration #stylish #sensual_ladies #shoesforsummer #feetmodels #heelslover #highheelsandals @legsofdesire taken in London, Unιted Kingdom by @mothandpetals
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3 years ago
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. Coffee Eyes * How I love the darkness in your coffee eyes That perfect shade of strong and delicious Your aroma permeates my soul There is no disguise when I see you eye to eye With every sip of you I get more hooked You are my addiction I can sniff you out in a crowd Like a perfectly roasted coffee bean The one that makes me salivate more than others Our love is a chiaroscuro of breathtaking romance and caffein debauchery My heart shines a beam of light on the darkness lurking behind your eyes Those eyes Those beautiful deep brown eyes Your coffee gaze oozes steam My lips part I take you in Just a sip Your heat makes me look back at you in a long sigh of longing And I sniff the tip of my nose touching your skin Touching your soul I sniff you into my lungs until there is no other air left inside of me Just your aroma I sip some more Dripping down my thirsty throat you have the temperature of my body In the morning opulence of caffeine and moans we become one My addiction My beautiful dark addiction I stare at my coffee cup and see you Your coffee eyes searching for me through the decadence of your charcoal darkness and your nonchalant daily life gestures How I love your coffee eyes First thing in the morning Last thing at night And every second in between I wear your steam as if it was your white shirt Sipping you Sitting in the fog of robustly scented nostalgia when you are not next to me When I can’t stare at your coffee eyes I stare at the churning chiaroscuro in my porcelain cup Every time I reach for another refill my coffee machine makes the sound of your kisses The sensual hissing A sudden rush of heat tightens my thighs I want this coffee more than the one I tasted earlier I want you more today than I wanted you yesterday My addiction My f…… addiction Your beautiful big coffee eyes Permanently engraved on my retina A tiny rivulet of longing for your darkness decorates the corner of my lips as I drink the last drop in the cup Lick it off me Show me your light my love In those deep dark coffee eyes I had enough of bitter for the day Drip a bit of melted sugar in my mouth Hold me tight as I look deep into your dark coffee eyes taken in London, Unιted Kingdom by @mothandpetals
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3 years ago
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. Sunset * A sunrise resides in your heart You carry a sunset on your shoulders There is heaven in your arms And hell rests around your hips I sing a sonnet through your pursed lips Then you piss me off I reach my inner pitch You get out of my reach My demons screech I want you to reach for my peach watch you as you preach to the sun that it is Exhaust your exhortations in the sermon of love on the tip of your tongue While you worship me Our spitting insults turn into a saliva of salvation Until the sun sets on your shoulders And the night is pleasantly warm The I-love-yous like fireflies outline the shape of our chapel But you pissed me off So I stand in the puddle of my shudders swearing at the innocent fireflies for being disproportionately beautiful for such moments Provocative like the most perfect sunset preventing me from dwelling in my torments As it reminds me of the one setting on your shoulders Oh you pissed me off So Until the sunrise in your heart melts the grudge to dewdrops that fall off the corners of your lips to my feet And you worship me again Until then I swallow all the pretty rhymes I spun for you And choke on my chewed love letters That’s what you do to me That’s what I let you do to me Like the sky giving out its blue to the sunset I give out my smiling doll-like complexion to your fire You shine through me making my soul translucent as I stand naked in front of you And now, in front of this perversely perfect sunset Like the one on your shoulders Laying my limbs in its afterglow Such a pulchritudinous sad offering The evening is wrapped around in an orange sibylline hug More affection than I get tonight I dine on our love letters Choking on words as I chew The fireflies left me My hungry stomach-churning sound and my knuckle-cracking angst chased them into the distance No chapel over my head In silence I swallow my resistance You pissed me off The night is dark Shivers descend on my skin Or perhaps that’s the mosquitoes The pests of every jaw-dropping sunset Annoying and poignant with their stings Like you Getting under my skin and into my bloodstream Like you This sunset Unforgettable Like you But you pissed me off taken in Shere Village, Surrey Hills by @mothandpetals
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3 years ago
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. Murmuration of Starlings * One day you will hold me like a lover in embrace Face to face like a murmuration of starlings gracing the skies you will grace my startled body in murmuring waves of harmonious configurations Face to face In embrace Almost a celestial dance One day you will sweep me off my feet As I look up from underneath your murmuration of starlings in all my caves they disappear Just to reshape above me again Like lovers Face to face Deep embrace Your arms around my waist One day we will join the birds in their metaphoric meanderings Oh darling You are my murmuration of starlings in each embrace I kiss your face Like a lover And my heart beats in the rhythm of your pulsing blood One day we will flood the sky with passion Like thousands of tiny birds Crashing into the air Breaking the blue into shatters Breathless In embrace Face on face Like lovers our bodies pixelating through the aquamarine canvas above the fields of peridot Across the turquoise mirror reflecting the stormy ocean and your face In tight embrace Like lovers We shake and shape in the golden hour Our illuminated constellation fills up the gaps of the dusk In embrace Shading the wet rock formations with our souls Passing the mossy hills and scenting the air Face on face Hands in hair Tongue around the tongue Like lovers Like lovers Like lovers Pulsing Meandering bodies mimicking the murmuration once more One day One last shake of our midnight shape In embrace Like lovers My blood-forged face rises like the moon that calms the chirps Then we sleep Startled starlings cease the murmur Shhhh . . . . . . . #murmurationofstarlings #northsea #seaside #ilovethesea #denim #jeans #outfitinspo #lovepoem #casualoutfit #bluejeans #poet #poetry #love #edinburgh #petite #femalewriters #writerscorner #readmorepoetry #pridepoetry #writingislove #poemsaboutlove #poemsaboutlife #femalepoets #writtenwords #wordsmith #metaphor #ilovemetaphors #iloveyou #scotland taken in Gullane Beach by @mothandpetals
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3 years ago
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. Poem With No Words * We exhausted the words Just like birds with no flight left in their wings for the day they sit on a wire We exhausted the words with our inner vibrations, lips and piercing eyes and fuming unisons of chest-deep insults We exhausted the words and like us they rest on our tongues Some buried in the depths of our burning throats miming passion in the last droplets left behind Dripping down to our question-churning bellies Famished and angry Unsatiated Ravenous for each other weaving a macramé of our love Let’s stretch it between our longings For the words like birds to sit on when we exhaust them All the bad ones and the good ones too Said, felt, dusted Now there is just one left Written by seeping blood of our crushed hearts It nests in the cloud above our heads Like a silenced dove with her beak wide open Hungry Gasping for some air We exhausted the words All, but one Let’s just silently make love now The tender kind Let this poem be a quiet one Look into my eyes Don’t say anything Just find my soul that belongs to you Stare into my poem of no words Whisper but the one Ensorcel the ceasefire in our minds The way only you can Thrill me out of my war zone I don’t want to hide in the trenches of my poetry today I will go back there again with my boiling blood barricade armed with a bayonet of ricocheting bullets of my vocabulary Today I want your embrace instead Let’s make love The tender kind Let me be lighter than air Words-free in your arms Please look at me and tell me that everything will be ok with one word only At least for today This is a poem with no words None But one . . . . . #poetry #lovepoem #summertime #femalewriters #naturelover #femaleartist #womanartist #femalephotographer #woman #body #legs #legsfordayas #sun #summervibes #momentsofmine #beingmyself #sundress #stronglegs #legsofsteel #legsout #naturalwoman #naturalwomen #wildhair #barelegs #naturallight #dancing #dancerbody #calves #love #iloveyou taken in Surrey Heath by @mothandpetals
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3 years ago
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. A pill, colloquially known as a bobble, fuzzball, or lint ball, is a small ball of fibers that forms on a piece of fabric. Pill is also a verb for the formation of such balls. . . About the Pilling of a Sweater, a Rattling Bouquet and Love…. * I fell in love and I dreamt that you held my face in your palm for a moment So all the heavy that my mind carries can rest For a moment For a lifetime I fell in love There was peace in your hand My face like a dove nestled with you I felt safe For a moment my life carried an olive branch in the beak of time Effortless white wings clasped on your palm I fell in love Like a bouquet falling into water and blooms drinking sun rays I drank you You dispersed the gravity of my heavy thoughts into the ether We tasted calm that rained down I fell in love I kissed your demons and settled on your palm In the crevices of your lines For a moment For a lifetime You had my wings and there they are to stay In the depth of your soul The linear flow of time doesn’t exist with us I fell in love and there is the beginning the middle and the end in every breath we draw from each other’s throat I am born and I grow and I live and I die every time your name leaves my lips Love is a non-linear thread we knit our sweater with The one that keeps the warmth inside our hearts A yarn woven into our souls with the unpredictable pilling of time I fell in love with you as easily as I slip into my comfortable sweater I slip into you You slip into me For a moment For a lifetime I fell in love with you In the world of obstacles and chaos As the word slip slips my lips you kiss me the sweater strips you slip in through my lips and through my lips We kiss We watch the bouquet quietly rattling in the vase As colours of the flowers blur Our friction pills my sweater more And more You wear me in the most beautiful way I wear you with an ease and poise It’s not a dream anymore In that non-linear moment I fell in love With you For a lifetime taken in London, United Kingdom by @mothandpetals
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4 years ago
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Wayward Girl . This is not a poem It is just something I wanted to share Apparently I have been a bad bad girl and I feel the stings of the AI whips on my skin now Algorithm bit into my neck and keeps draining my blood not in a good giddy way I haven’t broken any rules But I am like wayward girl from the past standing on a crossroad unable to put her boxing gloves on and fight the invisible omnipresent enemy as there is no boxing ring and no fair enemy My right hook would just break my own jaw So, I have been shunned and jailed here and I have been trying to get out of this since January, but I can’t There is nothing fair about this However, since I am deemed unsuitable to be recommended to others, I can’t grow I have been unsuccessfully energy-drainingly trying to figure out my conundrum since January, but there doesn’t seem to be a way out for me. The only way I can grow is to be recommended and reposted and shared in stories by others I started this account to promote my poetry in the anticipation of publishing my book, which I am still doing Even though these efforts are hindered now The storytelling with words and pictures just ties it all together for me, but, I have no freedom of expression the way I would like it here Given the nature of my shared poetry I am not giving up, I put a lot of effort into my art and I will continue But, there will be more of me elsewhere, not here As you can imagine, I can’t say more this way Thank you for your patience My patience has been tested though Being persona non grata in this world…. . . #femalewriters #femalepoet #poetry #writing #iloveart #victoriaandalbertmuseum #museum #art #stairs #staircase #bigwindows #longlegs #legsfordays #nylons #pantyhose #tights #nylonlegs #heels #highheels #londonlife #londonarchitecture #floortiles #womensupportingwomen #internationalwomensday #wayward #womenartists #womenwriters #fineart @vamuseum taken in London, United Kingdom by @mothandpetals
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4 years ago
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