Saturday, October 8, 2011

Lost Art

Kissing is such an art
I can be so seduced by just a kiss
a little kiss
soft and sweet to the touch 
a slight tease of flesh 
like a complete masquerade to the senses
but just enough to entice you
  and fill you with need
to rip through their divinity 
or
 something more beautiful and poetic
like a dance with lyric and rhythm 
just enough movement and tension
to create cadence 
with your hands and body
an arousal and invitation to play
both passionate and tempestuous
and of course
 the kind of kiss where your completely unaware
of where your other body parts even are
a kiss so stimulating 
his hands need not even be on you
your body already a complete tremble
all your senses on fire
you losing oxygen, full of heat, 
and he, 
your ignition
tasting his every intention
his every dirty thought
his seduction now his conquest
every gesture of his mouth
 a language all its own
filled with words that would burn a page
~j


Friday, October 7, 2011

~wisdom~



"...wisdom comes to us when it can no longer do any good."
~ Gabriel Garcia Marquez 'Love in the Time of Cholera'

Thursday, October 6, 2011

all the right keys

 Every night you send a song 
that guides me home. 
You're quite the pianist 
on the keys in my head.

So Please
 Play something again for just me.
~j~

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Hanging by the phone

 Hey, it's me.
 Listen, I'm sorry. 
For everything I said and, 
more so, for everything I didn't say.
 I'm trying to trust you, it's just that...
 [click] 
Hey, me again.
 Shocker. 
Your phone cut me off. 
Okay, where was I? 
Right. I'm sorry.
 Wait, what if you didn't get that first message at all?
 Now I just sound stupid.
 Okay, okay...
I found your spare keys and I thought you might...
 [click]
 Fuck!
Oh, hey. Um, found your keys. 
They were in that box of albums 
and other things I wasn't sure if you wanted
 But, I figured you'd want at least them back so,
if you want, 
just give me a call and...
 [click] 
Hey. 
Apparently your phone knows something I don't know.
 I've got your fucking keys,
 if you need them, 
Call me
~j~

Monday, October 3, 2011

flow

Some say
memories flow
to me,
it's more like
occasional....thick.... glops
~j

Saturday, October 1, 2011