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Poems
Danielle Jones Aug 2012
Luminate
Danielle Jones
Aug 2012
I want so badly to believe in something. I’ve stripped myself down from all the filth and cotton. I have untied the skin and bones and ligaments to find truth of my structure. I don’t know if I belong in this encasement. I’m out searching, coming to grips with my fingerprints. They are my own. Do I deserve the skin enclosing my organs. My esophagus burns with revelation, but my eyes still don’t sting. My heart is on fire, but yours hasn’t left its roots. I’m out searching, coming to grips that I am grounded in these cells.
Copyright 2012
Enigmuse Mar 2014
Illuminate Me
Enigmuse
Mar 2014
I lit a match and swallowed the flame
the taught, warm light allowing me to glow
a distant orange, and you watched me.
Yet, your stare provided me with more heat
than I could ask, and I found myself wanting you
more and more again, but you didn't realize what you
had done; that you, for a brief second, illuminated me.
And you pressed your fingers to the glass,
your hands were shaking, your mind a mess , and I cried out
at the heat from your touch, but the indirect contact,
it wasn't enough. Not enough for you to luminate me.
You remain behind the wall you've painstakingly constructed.
You reside behind truths and life and love, and
I should not have to swallow a flame
to feel the warmth from your resounding gaze
in the night, please take me in. Even, if only for a moment,
I need it. I need you. And
I beg of you, illuminate me.
the taught, warm light allowing me to glow
a distant orange, and you watched me.
Yet, your stare provided me with more heat
than I could ask, and I found myself wanting you
more and more again, but you didn't realize what you
had done; that you, for a brief second, illuminated me.
And you pressed your fingers to the glass,
your hands were shaking, your mind a mess , and I cried out
at the heat from your touch, but the indirect contact,
it wasn't enough. Not enough for you to luminate me.
You remain behind the wall you've painstakingly constructed.
You reside behind truths and life and love, and
I should not have to swallow a flame
to feel the warmth from your resounding gaze
in the night, please take me in. Even, if only for a moment,
I need it. I need you. And
I beg of you, illuminate me.
bleh, so many innuendos