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love or hate
nothing in between

hot or cold
nothing quite the same

catching or losing
everything and nothing
losing interest faster than catching feelings.
Go away
Let me heal
                     peacefully

For me
You are
              toxic
and I just now realized
I have loved you for so long,
October.
I have have heard your
Love song days
And I have seen
Your colours march through
The bright green of summer days,
Unnoticed.
I have learnt to love your authority,
Your soft spoken command,
And I follow because
I love you
Despite the melancholy
You bring with you.

Because I love you,
I love you,
October.
I love you with your tangled branches and barn owls,
With your cold trunks and fallen leaves,
With your empty nests and snow hares,
With your blackberries and marigolds,

I love you.

October
                October
                               ­  October
 Jan 2023 Jennifer DeLong
unnamed
Society is a prison.
It traps you in
And steals your freedoms.
Makes you conform.
Until you are normal.

So why don't we escape?

Because we are afraid.
Afraid of being alone.
Loneliness rots the mind
It steels the heart.

We all decided
Being trapped together
Is better than to be free
Alone.
 Jan 2023 Jennifer DeLong
Cné
Touch
 Jan 2023 Jennifer DeLong
Cné
Ah yes, the magic of human touch,
Trusting to warm my soul's skin
Tis nature of loves connection, as such.

My body accepts, oh if you only knew
Like an honored guest, I grin
Anticipating the pleasures, one of the few.

Skin to skin, our bodies converse.
Uninhabited, my mind wander
Deep inside, my craving thirsts.

Artful hands sculpt with purpose
Lulling layers open, you're quite the artist
Soothing caress melt my body formless

I'm yours, silently, I surrender.
As my flesh cries out for more
Arching waves of splendor

Rewarded my senses sated.
With newfound clarity reborn
Mind, body and spirit replenished.

I thank you for your gift of touch.
Lovingly, I would return the favor,
as such.
Nothing is spoken, just being open to touch is the reward.
The little hedgehog is
Walking around
In the forest and the
Long grass and he's
Hiding in the nest of leaves
And broken tree's and
He's cocooning away and
He's safe and warm
In his home all day.
Little Hedgehog 🦔🦔
Eyes
In your mirror
Perfect

Every pigment irised
Each fleck of yellow and
Black lining

Deep
Reflection
Irridescent pools

Your eyes
In your mirror
Take me home
I thought it would be fun
I thought it would be relaxing
I thought

I never thought you would walk
I never imagine I would turn a corner
And you would be gone

Tears dried into fear
Anxiety birthed a drive
To find you

You save me
And I lost you
How could I live with that

Thankfully you went home
Thankfully your not hurt
Thankfully

But how do you live
With almost losing
The thing that is you reason to live?
Maybe today will be good
Maybe today something will change
Maybe
Just maybe
The phone is silent
The email does not ping
Nothing breaks the void

Her voice powerful
Her mind a raging fire
But her mouth stays closed

As time slips by
Tick tock
Oh look, another minute has passed
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