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 Jul 2011 Jess t
Carrie Baker
Me
 Jul 2011 Jess t
Carrie Baker
Me
I have stood before you
                                    Smiling and loving
I have laid beside you
                                    Naked and blushing
I have knelt behind you
                                    Pleading and begging
I have cowered beneath you
                                   shaking and crying
I have closed my eyes
              bared my soul
              quenched my dreams
              lost my pride
but deep inside
( I now see)
Always me.
Always true
So unlike you
A work in progress...
 Jan 2011 Jess t
Ed Cooke
Untitled
 Jan 2011 Jess t
Ed Cooke
Two boys
and girls
unclothed each other
simply at a picnic
flush with wine
alongside
sun-flecked trees.

The girls,
easy as the
forest round,
burned,
delicious,
as the boys
eager and nervous
in unequal measure
partly gave up
concealing
their joys
at forgetting
or remembering
in flickers
their bare bodies.

It went on
over nettles
and half-hours
and clambered
trees and
photos taken
almost formally
(on film,
of course).

And boyish lust,
at first sinuous,
a darting tongue,
began to
soften against,
for instance,
the sheer,
unthinkable
texture
of the two
girls carved
now backward
over the bough
of a storm-felled elm.

And there
in the embers
of evening
they learned
to thrill originally
at the vast,
gorgeous
and astonishing
irrelevance
of what
might happen next.
 Jan 2011 Jess t
Kobayashi Issa
All the time I pray to Buddha
I keep on
killing mosquitoes.
 Jan 2011 Jess t
Kobayashi Issa
In this world
we walk on the roof of hell,
gazing at flowers.
 Jan 2011 Jess t
Kobayashi Issa
Napped half the day;
no one
punished me!
 Jan 2011 Jess t
Kobayashi Issa
Summer night--
even the stars
are whispering to each other.
 Sep 2010 Jess t
ju
Please?
 Sep 2010 Jess t
ju
Can I come to you as I am,
in secret-
brimming with the need to be held?
Can I lay hot whispers on your skin
then taste how they make you feel?
Can I show you how to touch me,
how hard to press?
If I cry
can I hide salty tears
in the soft curve of your neck?
Can I bite, ever so gently,
before I scream?
Can I be your lover,
without you loving me?
Can I, please?
 Sep 2010 Jess t
ju
You and I
 Sep 2010 Jess t
ju
You are
delicious
And I am
greedy.
You are
generous
And I am
needy.
You are
experienced
And I am
learning.
You are
flammable
And I am
burning.
silhouettes above my head
hold me down like  paperweight,
the earth crumbles beneath me
and separates into quaking plates;
a toxic air instigates choking breaths
along my gasping throat that strains,
I am graveled as I contemplate
what my path is when I graduate.
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