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Jazzelle Monae Apr 2014
Being confined,
Limited,
Strained,
Contained
By the few words
I need to say
It's exhausting,
Frustrating,
Chaotic,
In the inner workings
Of my brain
Why is it so
Impossible,
Improbable,
Imperative
That I say these words
In such a way
That I won't
Discard,
Disarm,
Discord
You

Essentially,
I am afraid.
Jazzelle Monae Apr 2014
It's such the contradiction
the way you make me feel
like the earth has drunk
the whiskey,
the sun's sober spill.
Tilted on my axis,
weaker in my knees
I don't exactly grasp
the spell you put on me.
You sedate me oh so smoothly,
like ***** in a glass,
My morning mug of coffee,
you keep me clear, fast.
like clockwork, your lips find mine,
and my heart is in your hand
sober and intoxicated
just like you had planned
© 2014 by Jazzelle Monae. All rights reserved.
Jazzelle Monae Apr 2014
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
of things sweet and in reach
separation causes a spirit to wander
to things they never teach
Affections flitter
Stomachs flutter
and things are not always
constant
© 2014 by Jazzelle Monae. All rights reserved.
Jazzelle Monae Apr 2014
Rattle my bones
unhinge my nerves
espresso
morning
day
and night
Flowing through my veins
static electricity
oh Coffee,
you get the better of me
My own addiction
right to the core
keeps me up
all hours of the
Dawn
and Dusk
of my ******
capabilities
Oh, Coffee,
you unhinge me.
© 2014 by Jazzelle Monae. All rights reserved.
Jazzelle Monae Apr 2014
The tension,
did you feel it too?
Pulling you-to-me,
or was it metoyou?
One moment
an arms length       away
The next,
nospacebetween

Breathless begins to feel
good
© 2014 by Jazzelle Monae. All rights reserved.
Jazzelle Monae Apr 2014
I don't quite remember
our first kiss
but I remember
every kiss after

I remember the electricity
eccentricity
of your hands
exploring
your lips
ignoring nothing

I remember
the need
the crave
the desire
for more

I don't quite remember
our first kiss
but I remember
every kiss after
© 2014 by Jazzelle Monae. All rights reserved.
Jazzelle Monae Apr 2014
The way he mouths her name
His precise tone and articulation
sends her crazed and off the edge
a bliss with no resuscitation
Exploring every inch with callused touch and hesitation
Whispered moans in exclamations
His kiss. His body. Her adoration
They build their high in accumulation
Released in sync, their exhilaration
Silent physical communication
Coming down with slow deceleration
They meet eyes and mouths in gratification
to slowly fall in reveries
from their affair and liberation
© 2014 by Jazzelle Monae. All rights reserved.
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