Sashi's Space
oh……to be at the beachArchive for September, 2007
You still make me smile
Metallic green beetle cars
Make me smile
Handwritten songs
On aerogrammes
In ball point ink
Smudging just right
Teddy bears
And home made videos
Racing motorcycles
And camping trips
Love letters
And early 90’s music
Guitar playing
And crispy chicken wings
Walking on the beach
Hand in hand
Sinking in the sand
Dancing naked
To slow songs
Your fresh, soapy smell
Cotton shirts
And pants that don’t fit right
Opening night at the Lionel Wendt
Watches that glow in the dark
Breaking your head playing rugby
endless narrations of Star Wars
and bouquets of roses for a lark
All that and you
and
Metallic green beetle cars
Still makes me
Smile
Sashikala Premawardhane
More Skin
You couldn’t wait
To get through my clothes
And onto my skin
Exasperated by them
and their unwillingness to cooperate
you sighed
as if that would help
you get through this
In the middle of kissing me
You would stop and breathe
Lips still on mine
For the briefest of moments
And take me in
It was obvious
You had been waiting too long
For this night to end without
More skin being seen
Chocolate nipples arching
To meet your lips
thumb in my naval
and eyes trained
on underwear
being pulled off
all this while
wrapped up in unwrapping me
eyes half closed
are heavy with want
I’d trade it all
For a hug
And your hand in mine
More skin, more skin, more skin
It’s clear what you need.
Sashikala Premawardhane