Jessica Who: Favorites

Oct 2013 Jessica Who

Have fun, fuckface

Oct 2013 Jessica Who

JM

Have fun, *******

Crawl to me, darling.
Elbows and knees, hardwood floors.
Sounds of submission.

Oct 2013 Jessica Who

She, Who Kept My Heart

Oct 2013 Jessica Who

Nick Durbin

She, Who Kept My Heart

As the light fades, and the darkness settles over my room,
My thoughts are engulfed by you –
A woman whom has encapsulated my struggled journey through this world…
She, who received my heart and simply kept it –
So, I watch as the sun sets on this day,
Flickering against the porch and the clouds above -
Fading over my horizon, and shedding light on the beginning of yours…
I reach for the fiery embers and dissolve into the sea of orange and red,
Melting into the sky, in search of your beauty –
Bursting ‘cross the shores, crawling over the ebbing tides,
Erasing shadows, meticulously illuminating each minute morsel, each delicate droplet of life –
The arrays pouring over your skin, as I soak into your golden brown complexion,
Seeping deeper and deeper, layer by layer…
Flooding your body; saturated,
I am a part of you, I am now yours -

This poem is for Jing, the woman I have met through poetry and love through delicate words...

Oct 2013 Jessica Who

Stop, breathe, feel.

Oct 2013 Jessica Who

JM

Stop, breathe, feel.

Here and now,
deep in nights cool arms,
I close my eyes
and see you.
I see a grey day blooming languid,
the only sound, your steady, sleeping breath.
This space between us, nothing.
This bond of ours, timeless.
My lips burn through the dying night, seeking the pale dawn of your neck.

Breathe deep and feel me now.

Oct 2013 Jessica Who

Muse

Oct 2013 Jessica Who

Kinyo

Muse

Vision sometimes becomes blurry

when darkness moves at the speed of your sight

and the shadows encroach on the peripheral of your vision

and looking for inspiration becomes like being in a tunnel/

At times like these a second pair of eyes relieves the pressure

another dimension to add to my line of sight

At times like these another pair of eyes combats the haze

and the horizon of your perception leads me to brighter streets and metropolis waves/

Like neon lights

in the mall after dark

like wedding rings and violin strings

like a silhouette of light etched upon the night

A muse references the future through the now

A muse makes even the abstract man aware of daylight and sunshine

Thank you for reading this poem. Especially because this is part of a larger project that I am doing, including Art, and the modeling of a friend of mine. It's so great to be able to share what I am doing right now with so many people. To see the other parts of the project visit kinyopoetry.com/muse

Oct 2013 Jessica Who

Lessons unspoken

Oct 2013 Jessica Who

JM

Lessons unspoken

In the small hours,
alone with my thoughts of you,
I feel you touching me.

I feel your warm skin softly nestle
next to mine
as Nox wraps us in
her dark embrace.

Breathing as one,
we silently explore
the landscape of us.

There are no words for this learning.

Oct 2013 Jessica Who

Waking without you

Oct 2013 Jessica Who

JM

Waking without you

We went from black to grey,
my **** and I,
as we hailed the weak light
of a new day.
The sun is out there somewhere
hidden behind these heavy wet clouds
and you are out there somewhere
with your heavy wet eyes.

Surrounded by a mess of memories,
the shadows pile up
as I cling to visions
of roaming through
ancient castles with
my silver haired goddess.

You

These blankets need your smells,
your fluids
and
your dead skin.

*I'll never let you go