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Janna Aug 2018
He is stitching me back up
One weave at a time
Some days I’m under an anaesthetic
That life distracts me with
Other days I’m left with my own devises
I’m raw
A half open wound
On these days
I feel with all my body and being
I feel the needle of healing
Poking through the tenderness
Of my heart
Sewing in the thread of strength
The thread of love and repair
Interweaving and interlacing
The thread is blood red
To match the bleeding
Of an Overcomer
I am overcoming
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Janna Aug 2018
My eyes meet
Yours
Your eyes meet
Eye meet pun wordplay Mine
Our souls connect
A brief second
You’re gone
With the rest of the crowd
- soulwriterj
Janna Aug 2018
Where are you these days
No don’t give me your physical location
I want to know your mental destination
Take me with you
We can discover so much more
Janna Aug 2018
The self talk in my head
Should be different I said
  Aug 2018 Janna
Oscar Wilde
The wild bee reels from bough to bough
With his furry coat and his gauzy wing,
Now in a lily-cup, and now
Setting a jacinth bell a-swing,
In his wandering;
Sit closer love:  it was here I trow
I made that vow,

Swore that two lives should be like one
As long as the sea-gull loved the sea,
As long as the sunflower sought the sun,—
It shall be, I said, for eternity
‘Twixt you and me!
Dear friend, those times are over and done;
Love’s web is spun.

Look upward where the poplar trees
Sway and sway in the summer air,
Here in the valley never a breeze
Scatters the thistledown, but there
Great winds blow fair
From the mighty murmuring mystical seas,
And the wave-lashed leas.

Look upward where the white gull screams,
What does it see that we do not see?
Is that a star? or the lamp that gleams
On some outward voyaging argosy,—
Ah! can it be
We have lived our lives in a land of dreams!
How sad it seems.

Sweet, there is nothing left to say
But this, that love is never lost,
Keen winter stabs the ******* of May
Whose crimson roses burst his frost,
Ships tempest-tossed
Will find a harbour in some bay,
And so we may.

And there is nothing left to do
But to kiss once again, and part,
Nay, there is nothing we should rue,
I have my beauty,—you your Art,
Nay, do not start,
One world was not enough for two
Like me and you.
Janna Aug 2018
I think about you today
I remember the way
Your hand drifted
Onto my thigh
You stroked it ever so lightly
I let you
The air between us
Calm, not too hot
Neither was it cold
It was just right
I remember you now
Like an old sweater lost in my closet
Forgotten amidst all the brand new
But when found again
Deep within the membranes
Of memory after memory
It brings warmth to my body
A nostalgic smile to my lips
I miss you now
What we could have been
What if I chose you
What if I let your fingers
Stroke above my thigh
What if I let you take me home
What if we could have been more
What if
I can only say
What if
- soulwriterj
That time I let a soul mate go.
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