Her body spread across my bed.
Silhouettes of her moulded by my duvet cover

The sun rays peeked through the blinds, she now awaken, wiped the sleep from her eyes while adjusting to the light.

I adjusted to her.

Body heat comforted the cold morning air.

Admiring everything that we are.

Caught in between the duvet and a moment.

I feel her and not just in the physical sense of her

The scent of her lingers in my pillows, the scent of us lingers in the duvet

I think there was a moment where she said, no we said, **** we would never say. Like, I think I love you. There might have been a few kisses in between deep breaths, deep breaths because our bodies would die without air

But who cares

Lips locked, caught a few hairs in my mouth
We laughed while I pulled it out
and she smiled when I put it in.

Deep thoughts
She said
She love
She loves everything about me especially what’s within.

I felt like
I mean we felt like
No time felt like it was frozen.

And she froze, let out a sigh mid ******

Silence

I laughed at the frizziness of her hair
Wiped away a loose eyelash

I could of made a few more wishes but I already had what I wished for,

Sunday Mornings with you.

Oct. 6th. 2014

By: Jason R. Johnson

Poetry is my heart
From my brain thoughts depart
Poetry is a abstract work of art
That is where life truly start

Winds which fly like birds
They are the beginning of words
Poetry is my heart
We will never part

When my heart beats
Power and words become sounds
Poetry is my heart
Poetry is life
Poetry is my precious knife.

off to nowhere leads the brush
and cold against the sky
a freight train runs a midnight rush
and here are night, and i.

i thought in times before, i saw
footsteps behind my trail
but now it seems the minotaur
hung blackness on my sail.

the fates, they saw my cord and sighed
they loved me through one eye
but in their hollowed skulls they knew
the haste of my demise.

When I see your face,
It doesn't just take up space.
Everything fades away,
And you take my breathe away.
When you come near,
Everything disappears,
And its everything I can do
Not to reach out and hold you.
When I shut my eyes,
Your face is the only thing I see.
Your hair blots out the world
As you lean in to kiss me.

Moon through the trees,
smiling at me.
And echoes of words full of abstract meaning.
It's a series of seriously silly things.

I must have blown up at least thirteen balloons tonight.

Rubber meets fire.
This line ends with an unfulfilled . . .

When war comes
Not a matter of if
But when

History repeats
Itself
Again and again

Have to stay fit
Have to stay thin

The food supply
Will dwindle down

Perhaps U.N. troops
Will be occupying our towns

Those muscle bound men
WIth so much mass
It will be harder
For them to last

There will be
Barely enough to eat

I will be grateful to
Own many pairs of good socks
And good running shoes
On my feet

I have two can openers too
Just look what I can do

Our own supply will last a month
Or two
After that, we are just plain *******

If I could save up enough money
I would buy more

For there are terrible times
In store

The glow of the smart phones
Lulls them away
Living in a dream world

But there is trouble today

America broke
And at her end
This economy will not mend

Dig your holes deep
Pile earth and wood
Exposure to radiation
Is no good

If there is a war
I just hope

That there are no
Nuclear bombs

They are no joke