Here are only a select few examples of Writing from Bee Asha

Marilyn

I have been lying here for daze now and I

am tired Tired of being

good and lying down

But I have to be here and

not move or else they might miss me

An end is near I think An

angel in a meat body has been floating behind my eye

I twitch Their toe tickles my optic nerve They

do not wish me harm Angels do not

sin Angels sing

but I can not hear them

I can not taste them I

am hungry for their touch But

not the whisper of a wing on my bare skin

The

devil and

I have kissed, you see so I

am no longer welcome I am

just here now

A horizontal thing

Small moments have passed through my

girl and

in to my woman and now

a kiss from the devil would suffice

Big moments have passed though my

world and I am

trying to refill the holes I am trying

to

find the moments and stuff them back in

Someone will come soon

to find me I would

love to be found

Bless.ed be 

Waheguru 

Bless.ed be

Bless.ed be the brown folk
who make up half ma world

Bless.ed be the gurdwara
and Powa Ninder's gaff

Bless.ed be the feet of my elders
and their stinky sandals

Bless.ed be their pleather handbags,
Parandi’d pleats
and fingers pinching cheeks

Bless.ed be

Bless.ed be My Bibi, My Bupu and their ashes

Bless.ed be the brown folk
who lay the gaudy golden sheets,

who wrapped the saris
and rounded the rotis

Bless.ed be

Bless.ed be the bindi bearers
twisting bangle laden wrists
to jingle jangling bhangra
with heels and painted toe nails
brushing through blades of Scottish greens

Bless.ed be

Bless.ed be the Turbans,
the beards
and the tabla

Bless.ed be the khol,
the mehndi,
the aloo and the saag,
the keema,
the paratha

Bless.ed be my Dad

for turning his back on traditions

to bunk up wi ma Ma

Bless.ed be

Bless.ed be the brown folk

Festival Haze

Have you ever fallen in love in a festival haze
Sunlight glinting through canapes,
On to glitter clad cheeks.

Eyes meet, across a sea of positive vibes, wide
Clenched jaws drop in awe
At the astounding beauty of the stranger,
Swaying their shoulders 
to not just the sounds of the strings being plucked 
or the drums being thumped,
But the wind in the trees 
and the patting of bare feet onto malleable muds.

Eyes greet,
Without a word whispered, an invitation to sit.
By a tree, or the stream
Or maybe just here
Next to the puppeteer
Doing another incredible rendition of Punch and Judy.

An unmarked bottle of unknown booze is offered
And accepted by hennaed hands 
With days of dirt hiding under fingernails
From foraging for Fungi in fields and on forest trails.
A pre rolled bifter is pulled from back pocket
Slightly bent, but will do
And a baggie, 
Containing 2 little pink pills.

Easy eyes link
and lips part for placement of pill on to parched tongue
It has begun.
Licked lips kiss.

And then; 

A flurry of festival friends flutter by hollering your new nickname
Saying something about it starting
That must see band
So legs unfurl and stand
And a hand is offered 
Fingers intertwine, 
A twirl and a tug
It’s dancing time.

The gaggle of laughter floats through the festival grounds
Weaving in and out of blissed up bodies
Skipping past skanking strangers
and coming bounding to the big tent

Static legs.
Four eyes travel from base to tip of tent
And a surge of ecstacy rushes
From feet to face

Soft eyes link and slowly shut and open to the buzzing of the setting sun
It has begun

Licked  Lips Kiss

A haze of euphoria
Of neon lights
Of writhing bodies and vibrations
Of kissing
Of moving and Jiving and
Sweating so sweetly onto strangers
Together
Pissing 
Together
Hands on hips
A leopard print bucket hat rolls past toes 

Caught by a boy pushed into a puddle of pissed up pals
Tripping over trippers
A kiss
Hands on hearts
starts
A kaleidoscope e of colours coming crashing around you
No knowledge of time 
of space
Their warm embrace is all

and then; 

The sudden smashing face to face on moist morning pillow
Blurry eyes search past thighs
Arid lips part to whisper 

Water

Who’s thigh is this?
Memories of 
Licked lips kiss

A sip
Poured from one mouth to other 
Unzip 
and crawling out to meet the Sunny Sunday morn
Gentle hands lay upon bare back as
Half bodies protrude from collapsing tents
Dozing 
To the sound of sizzling pans on gas stoves
Techno beats in a far away camp
Bounce overhead 
Fingers interlace
Feet caress,
As they rest

Bliss

Licked  lips      kiss

My Neck

I bumped into him in a bar
that boy
He was strong
and handsome 
and he knew how to move him hips

I had bumped into him in the bar
and we had gone dancing together down the cowgate
and he had kissed me
He had touched his lips so tenderly to mine
it had sent a shiver down my spine 
that turned quickly
into a quiver in my little lacy black pants

With the reminisce of a desperado glinting on his lips
He had asked me to come back to his
and I had grinned
put the dregs of my drink in the rickety glass troth
Grabbed his hand
And we stumbled sloppy onto the booze trodden cobbles

We jumped into a taxi
he had his hand on my thigh
And I rambled out some nonsense 
whilst he gazed into my blurry eyes

Then we staggered up the stairs into his first floor flat
We fell into his bedroom
where I laid him on his back
And straddled him so readily
And we began to steadily 
rip our clothes off of our bodies
touching noses 
single socks on curled up toses 
Writhing and panting and licking and waking

He lay me lovingly on the bed 
And our fuzzy eyes met in the blur
And he kissed me 
then without a word whispered
he wrapped his long beautiful fingers 
around
my
throat

He had is hand around my neck
I think he thought 
I didn't want to breath
I tugged at his thumb 
But had already begun to feel
that numb sensation
of stillness in fear 
that again 
some man 
had his hand
around 
my 
neck.

My little lady fingers plucked upon his knuckles
and my little lady lungs gasped under his weight
I didn't want to say.
I didn't want to ruin the mood.
I rolled him over and pinned down his arms a moment
I wanted to breath
whilst we fucked
I wanted to speak
whilst we fucked.

His hands began to wander around my body again
and my liquor laced limbs began to ease back in
He caressed my breast
and then again,
reached for my
throat
I leaned back
I didn't want to say.
I didn't want to ruin the mood.

But he had his hand around my neck,
So I carried on compliantly

Concentrated on the other erogenous zones that were being stimulated
And told myself I would tell him after
or next time
Maybe next time

I think
he thought 

I didn't
want to breath