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I noticed her first
on the other side of the street
blonde, standing tall
an air of ease
engrossed in whatever she was talking about
with him.

I noticed him then
dark, broad
listening close
hanging on her words as if they were worth money
an expression of admiration
five o’clock shadow
furrowed brow.

I kept my eyes on the grey
of the ground. In the cold
I shuffled my scarf as if she might see it –
the place that he kissed me
above my collar bone, the curve of my neck
two nights ago.
They didn’t notice me at all.
The valley holds on, to ******
of moon, behind the trees.
It is dark and clouds are meditating.

You think of a perfect horror
and a poisoned arrow flies straight
into heart of a blissful sun.

It is red, splattered on the wounded sky,
scrorched by shrill cries of crows.
It is dawn.

You feel intense ******* of separateness,
from the beauty of a drop,
reflecting the wholeness of an ocean.

The stress starts breaking you.
Can you take me to my home, into abeyance?
My wakefulness, reaching by silence?
To eat
To sleep.
To drink.
Is simple.
But, Life is complicated.
 Mar 2017 Jaclyn Harlamert
Rockie
I laugh,
I cry,
I sleep,
I weep,
I see,
I hear,
I touch,
I feel,
I eat,
I breathe,
I am,
A simple being
 Mar 2017 Jaclyn Harlamert
Sarah
Love is simple.
          Either it is true. Or not.
Love is simple.
         Either you love somebody. Or not.
Love is simple.
         Either somebody loves you. Or not.
Love is simple.
         Either you feel it. Or not.
Love is simple.
          People not.
The only complicated part of love, are the people, which are involved. Sometimes we just have to remind us, that it could be so easy. If we let it flow. ♥
Simple
Yes simple
People like simple
I'd like to say that I like simple
But if I were to say that I did, would that make me simple?
I want someone to miss my smell

I want someone to laugh when  the egg lands beside the frying pan

I want someone to yearn for my cold feet in the small of thier back

I want someone to smile when i tell the same story the third time




I want to feel your small jerks at nite waking my slumber

I want to smile when your laugh walks in before you do

I want to feel my hand engulfed my yours

I want to know that you still are
 Mar 2017 Jaclyn Harlamert
Atlas
I have fallen for you
But I am terrified
You are a part of the world
I haven't visited yet
I have never felt so strongly infatuated with a woman before and I am too scared to do anything about it
I was furious
because I had been so completely
out of control-
lungs shaking
throat clenching in my path
and spiraling out faster than
that moment before depth,
all because the heart on my sleeve
was bleeding through
and I couldn't stand the stains.
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