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jackonary Jul 2013
humans that rise at 3 AM for lack of a clear mind
sit curled with knees to chest at the edge of the bed
eyes strain through dreamy darkness
the moon looks sad tonight
side of the hand inked with nighttime words
from awkward left-handed scribbling
in close-to-the-heart pages
from a human
that rises at 3 AM
for lack of
a clear mind
jackonary Jul 2013
The canyon
dives into shadows,
and red
paints each stone
with strokes.
But
how am I to cherish it
when you invade my view.
I am not where I am.
I am stuck
A spontaneous trip to the grand canyon with my lover--of the two I know now which is the greater beauty.
jackonary Jul 2013
Beneath my palm your chest
rises and falls,
the pattern is my sweetest high.
Wherever you move-
I feel the breeze of a hundred wings.
Baby I know you'll guide me well.
I am without words
because you have fallen by my side
with eyelashes of tiny spines.
I dread to feel your shelter
and your eyes that say you're not good enough.
Call my body closer.
Reach into the pools of my skin.
See your sterling face
in the reflection of my veins
criss-crossing down my neck and wrists.
My spider legs
weave into yours
and I want you to feel
good
and well
and worthy.
Call my body closer.
See yourself
Let my hands be your mirrors
to look at
and love
and laugh.
I'm so sorry
jackonary Jul 2013
It is rather disappointing
to have a God beat into your head
for so many years
and to one morning realize
you don't believe in anything
you don't believe in anything at all.
jackonary Jul 2013
Your *** is not a performance
it is not an action to think about.
it is birthed upon nuzzled necks
and I cannot bear to plan it.

**** me how you feel me
and **** everyone else
**** what other girls like
This is me
and this is you
**** me how you'd **** me
Or don't **** me at all.
jackonary Jul 2013
I can feel my teeth in my gums when I chew her ear
and neck
and collarbone
I can feel the veins in her wrists
when she doesn't want it
They're popping at the seams but
the best part is
they never pop
and that makes me giddy
Her beautiful voice
sounds much better muffled within my palm
jackonary Jul 2013
Show me your teeth
and your grisly elbows
I fiend to know the taste underneath your tongue
and I would like to know
if you even feel a thing.

I am less alive than I hoped for.
I am more alive than I'd like to be now.
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