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We spin and dance and twirl
and he calls me his girl
Then he takes me by the hand
and lays me on the sand

Then carries me on his back
and says, "I love you"

sigh

And i laugh and laugh and laugh
when he tickles me blue
So i know it's true
xoxo
my love is building a building
around you,a frail slippery
house,a strong fragile house
(beginning at the singular beginning

of your smile)a skilful uncouth
prison, a precise clumsy
prison(building thatandthis into Thus,
Around the reckless magic of your mouth)

my love is building a magic, a discrete
tower of magic and(as i guess)

when Farmer Death(whom fairies hate)shall

crumble the mouth-flower fleet
He’ll not my tower,
                        laborious, casual

where the surrounded smile
                                hangs

                                          breathless
i have found what you are like
the rain,

            (Who feathers frightened fields
with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields

easily the pale club of the wind
and swirled justly souls of flower strike

the air in utterable coolness

deeds of green thrilling light
                                  with thinned

newfragile yellows

                      lurch and.press

—in the woods
                      which
                              stutter
                                        and

                                              sing
And the coolness of your smile is
stirringofbirds between my arms;but
i should rather than anything
have(almost when hugeness will shut
quietly)almost,
                  your kiss
If
If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
And measles were nice and a lie warn’t a lie,
Life would be delight,—
But things couldn’t go right
For in such a sad plight
I wouldn’t be I.

If earth was heaven and now was hence,
And past was present, and false was true,
There might be some sense
But I’d be in suspense
For on such a pretense
You wouldn’t be you.

If fear was plucky, and globes were square,
And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
Things would seem fair,—
Yet they’d all despair,
For if here was there
We wouldn’t be we.
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body.  i like what it does,
i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new
settle down with me

in this quiet night
let's make-believe
this space is ours
cuddle me in--
under the blanket of stars
place your hand on my thighs
melt all of me with your eyes
hold me in your arms
i want to get lost in your horizon
and trace constellations
on your precious skin
with my trembling fingertips

settle down with me

in this cozy backseat
let's explore the vastness
of the galaxies within us
while our heartbeats
dance around each other's orbits
want me like the sun longs for the moon
search for my newest secrets
like the lonely planets
waiting to be discovered--
press your lips to my neck
collide your mouth against mine
come, love, leave me breathless

settle down with me*

in all the universe
we made our own
with every touch and every kiss
we find peace, we built home
let our souls fall
in love again--
fast and hard
like the stars
crashing down,
like an explosion of light,
making this moment
an infinite night.
this is inspired by one of the poems of Christian Poindexter, a song of Ed Sheeran, and my overwhelming love for that special someone
 Mar 2017 Jolene Faber
D
Deflowered
 Mar 2017 Jolene Faber
D
watch out because the wall flower sees all
deflowered, standing tall
at attention, eyes peeled
but hidden underneath a veil
of nothing, only an invisible wall
promoting myself on twitter, I wonder how far that will get me
 Oct 2016 Jolene Faber
Anna Jones
We stand
Arms length
Hands like soldiers in the night
Wanting something better
Than the rumours of the world

Listen to the beat
The stamping feet
The parade rhythm of life
Tearing us asunder

The kind of etheric dance
That makes you stay up
Late at night with wonder

Longing
For security
An in-breath
Becomes a bullet
Shattering illusions

I hold my breath
Hearing you near
Body exhales;
No more fear

As the flames and smoky fire
Consume our souls
We melt the wire...
Yet still a connection stands
Electric voice screams
A heartfelt song,
Carried across victorious lands
Singing 'we will never forget you...'

Afterward, fumes fill the air
Birds sing along the creek
Silence crashes like symbols
As I read your last words
'We only depart to meet...'

— The End —