‘You are all

my thoughts’,
you whisper,
as you turn,
walk through
that final door.

I watch you go.
I sketch a heart.
Wish, I could of been 
all your thoughts
but also
 so much more.

.j.

Your uttered verbs

do unspeakable things 

to the adjective

in front of my noun.

Damn.

You’re like being hit with a word roofie.

~j~

A moment like this,

a memory as such,

that electric friction

of a lover’s touch,

why, 
it’s almost

worth selling

your
 soul
 for.

~j~

His Hands

 It's more then just your skin, your bodies heat,

  or the strength of your grip

  oh no,…thats but nearly the tip

this is the exact moment I can feel myself slip,

feel my heart skip,

my consciousness take a trip,

lose all my jurisdiction, 

start to lose my shit

if you must know,

it's exactly how to touch me within

it's not about ..'who has who pinned'

or the share of our sins.

oh no, 

this stuff,

 makes my heart grin

it's the surest way to deprive me of oxygen, 

and cut off the flow 

to my grip on reality

I simply lose all control.

It's the quickest way to melt me,

right down to my soul

it's my poison, my kryptonite

so while in the heat of us, don't reach for mine, 

and grasp on, like your clenching to life 

for I'll surely surrender my heart, 

there won't even be a fight.

 ~j~

kind of girl

I'm the kind of girl

you can take home

to mother.

Like dirty porno mags

in a plain brown wrapper.

She'd never suspect

a thing.

.

~j~

The Art of A Kiss

Have you ever lost yourself in a kiss?

 I mean pure psychedelic inebriation

 Not just lustful petting

 but transcendental metamorphosis

 When you became aware that the greatness of this being

 was breathing deep into you

 beyond feeling the sides and corners of your mouth,

tasting you 
down to your soul

 like sealing a thousand fleshy envelopes

 filled with the essence of your passionate being

 and then opened by the same mouth

 and delivered back to you,

 over 
and over again 

Damn, I Love the art of Kissing

~j

I need the kind of boy

who won’t think twice

when I ask him to make

crop circles with me

on our very first date.

.j.

 Each and every
burst of hope
is like a bubble
set to float
with no set place
to stop and rest,
it simply pops,
for maybe
that is best.

[hope floats

only until it dies.

Good thing
 words are forever,

as are
 love’s sweet lies]

.j.

The cold moon shakes
its weary head,
waves stars away
with icy hand,
peers sullen at
the world below,
cares not for love
nor any man.
Refusing pleasure
of its glow,
pulls onyx blanket
snug and tight,
then listens as
her tears do flow,
then rests again
‘midst dead of night

.j.

They’re just like you.

They share your goals.

They hear your dreams.

They play their roles.

They’ll be your best friends

until you get what 

they need,

then they’ll rip off your head

and just leave you

 to

bleed.

~j~

You still don’t know

how dark I go

in the dead of night

when the mood is right

and the pulses race

before that embrace.

You’ve not seen yet

how black I get

when I allow a man

to bind my hands

and set me free

as I long to be.

You haven’t seen

my inbetween

beneath the light

of words I write

which are but the tip

of what makes me tick.
~j~

Secret:

I sometimes
wish that
I were
a church yard
statue
because
they don’t
seem to mind 
getting crapped on
all day long.

~j

One single,
solitary ass
braying alone
in his field.

It that doesn’t
just about
sum up our
existence here,
I don’t know
what will.
.j.

~

There’s another girl
that most don’t know,
a darker child
with room to grow,
she’s wicked thoughts
and a dirty mind
who merely seeks out
her own kind.
So, if you’re one
who likes it black,
just leave your number,
..she’ll call ya back.
~j

If I could turn my heart

 into a bathroom stall

 your name would be scribbled 

on every wall

 in letters big ..

and in letters small...

 `Looking for a good time? 

Then you've got to call'
~j

hammered & screwed

 Feeling deconstructed. 

Thinking about getting hammered
 or screwed.

Now I just need to find
 the proper stud, 

to hang myself on. 

[simply a carpentry joke - grow up the lot of you]

~j

:life:

There's just too many words

 on what love is about

So here's a courtesy 

'fuck you'

 to balance it out.

~j~

.

Human beings are funny. 

They long to be with the person they love

 but refuse to admit openly. 

Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection 

because of fear.

 Fear that their feelings may not be recognized,

or even worse, returned. 

But the one thing about human beings

that puzzles me the most,

 is their conscious effort 

to be connected with the object of their affection

 even if it kills them

 slowly 
within.

j

~burn~

:Secret:

 If I feel I'm getting too fond of a man,

I hang him out to dry.  

Wring him out hard,

put him up wet, 

and leave before he questions why.

 Out to my yard, 

up on the line,

.... this way I can't get hurt. 

And with you, starting to become my favorite shirt,...

Im going to have to burn this place right down to the dirt.

~j~

.Simply Stated.

This

 makes the word 

'fuck'

 look pretty  

You

 make the word 

'fuck'

 look good

~j