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 Apr 2015 Jenna Gibson
Montana
Taste
 Apr 2015 Jenna Gibson
Montana
The thunder clouds are rolling in
And all I want is your skin
On my skin
The taste of your sheets
In my mouth
As I bite down
Hard
They smell like you
Like us
Our lust
And the rain on the roof
The whisper on your lips
A kiss
A moan
An unsuppressed groan
When you touch me
With fire
Fingers crooked and long
Our bodies together
Dance to a song
The music we make
My whole body aches
For you
For us
Our lust
In these sheets
I taste
A future
Where this
Rainy day bliss
Of your skin
On my skin
Long after the sunshine
Has filtered back in
 Apr 2015 Jenna Gibson
puer luna
He’s someone out of a dream, or a fairy tale and when he saved me he was a prince rescuing a damsel in distress. He holds a smile of sunshine and shares with me words of promise and pure gold. When I hold his hand I feel like a child who’s about to ride her first roller-coaster; with butterflies on the inside and knuckles clasped. Gripping with no desire to release thanks to the fear that letting go could result in disaster. And his lips are salt water; the more they caress mine, my thirst for them perpetually increases.
it took me so little time to learn
your syllables and cadences, to
memorize your  vowel sounds
and predict the next breath in
your  sentence  but  i  am
starting to forget and
it feels so good
feels so good
feels      so
good
I'm not scared to move on anymore, Ryan. Even you could not take away my will to keep going.
please take your
time with me,
please breathe
me in slowly.
When like minds combine,
the world is easy to grasp;
Two worlds become one.
 Apr 2015 Jenna Gibson
JL
I love you
 Apr 2015 Jenna Gibson
JL
I am just the lightbulb
Swinging in the attic
If you would just
Shut up
I am the static

Little ghost
Show me your play things
Tall bedposts
You are always swinging

That's the record
Play it again
If you speak up
You'll only blend in

And I wish
I wish to **** I was someone else
Take my bottle from the shelf
Grin, kiss, smash me

But here you are
Lily hand
Sail my ship
Read my stars
Kiss me

Crystal ball
Palm reader
Your eyes say it all
Your lips say it better
 Apr 2015 Jenna Gibson
M S
Damsel in distress
but in Indian streets.
Look how she walks
and, look how she speaks
she takes too much pride in her being
she's asking for it, isn't it?
Look how she talks- her hands fluttering
Look how she weeps now
Her hands quivering.
In memory of all the lives lost to monstrosities which are more common than you'd think.
 Apr 2015 Jenna Gibson
M S
The bogeyman from my dreams is halfway down the street.
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