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Jo Barber Oct 6
Exceedingly underwhelmed,
I found myself in awe
of my own vacant stupidity.
Oh, how we often
fail to grow wiser,
and instead lose
our clear vision
with time,
the way the rain blurs
the window
yet cleans the air.
Jo Barber Sep 12
Watch the lonely people
as they shuffle about
these solitary, rain-coated streets.

Watch them as they go,
as though you are not one of them.
Jo Barber Sep 6
I awoke to the soft sun
of a crisp autumn day.
Feeling your arm around me,
I breathed in your scent,
the most ****** aroma I know.

Leaves are exploring space
as they fall to the ground,
now yellowing with time.
They look so free
as they dance and twirl.

I feel your breath grow heavy
against my neck and you awaken.
Your lips are on mine now,
as I wonder if you think
about the dancing leaves like I do.
Jo Barber Aug 28
More often than not,
I did not love you.

And neither did you,
even if you thought you might.
Lips touching, bodies touching, but
hearts still sound in our separate bodies.
And yet,
I was never happier than
when we were together,
side by side,
your arms wrapped around me,
fingers stroking my skin
with playful pinches;
the hair on your chest
growing in once more,
scratchy on my cheek;
deep sighs borne of
desire and satisfaction.

So fine, maybe I did love you,
sometimes in some ways,
and hopefully that's enough.
Jo Barber Aug 7
There's something about a kiss -
the way that you carry the taste
of them the whole day.
Even hours after,
it seems as though their scent
still lingers,
intermingling again and again with yours.
Jo Barber Jul 23
I feel light and fluffy,
like a pearl-colored cloud,
or like scrambled eggs
whipped to perfection
with butter and cream.

I feel joy everywhere,
even in the tiny crevices
**** feelings try
so hard to hide in.

There's a sun inside of me,
but some days it's overcast
and rains for too long. Today
is different, though.

Light and life are one, and
the sky and the earth
divine and bewitching once more.
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Jo Barber Jul 16
Bodies seeking bodies.
Flesh longing always,
for more flesh.
Kisses and touches,
once so sweet,
feel empty now.
Keep looking.
Maybe you'll find
something you didn't expect.

Maybe you'll even find yourself.
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