if you are a poet,
come join me with your knowledge,
come touch the godly kingdom of deities,
both with perception and curiosity,
I will imbue a world of progression,
you will reach the highest peak,
touch me with your words and pain,
dress me with your cravings, more,
if you are a poet, show me the nature of your being, love,
show me the colours of your infinite meaning, pain,
words scattered by your soul, heart,
up in the accents of profound delight,
paradise of butterflies.

you had a way of making me love you and hate you
all at the same time
i hate the way you made me love you
but i love the way you made me fall in love

Desire is delicious
It's the lingering taste upon
my tongue
it's the exsquisite pleasure
of tasting something so delicious
It leaves the trace upon a soul
It leaves you wanting needing more
That temptation to try only a bite
Yet it leaves you craving that tingling
tasteful delightful feeling you get
when you get a little more
You can't have a little
you got to have it once more
So what's your desire so delicious
that leaves you craving more
© Jennifer Delong 2/19

In your arms,
I'm in my safe haven.
With you holding me tight,
I have no other craving.

All I need is that one look
that says you're always there,
just like in a romance book.

Your eyes talk to me as the world stands still.
My once empty heart now with love does fill.

Your eyes tell me that
you'll love me every day.
No matter what may come,
you'll be there to stay.

I tell you everything and never with a lie:
all my worldly secrets
and everything that once made me cry.

Everything in my past,
with you I can forget it all.
I know I can trust you
to catch me if I fall.

If only I could explain
how much love I have for you.
Then maybe, just maybe, you'd feel it too.

i anticipate darkness
my actions seem thoughtless

but really
it's a rally of good vs evil,
what feelings will conquer
and what ones will shrivel?

i crave adrenaline
never feeling enough is enough.
trapped in a cycle
too blissful to dismiss,
eventually invoke the abyss.

energy swarming my fingertips,
unsure of where to exchange the flow
fiending for the delicate aroma of rose hips.

You went overboard
For one little me.
Forgive me,
Too broken to see.

For all this while
You wanted my smile.
Forgive me,
Too broken to see.

Then it broke you,
Me not needing you.
Wounded you hard,
Left you scarred.

There’s no payback,
I’m way too broke,
And broken too.
I can’t heal you.

Someday you’ll know
That I knew your love,
And loved you too,
But I couldn’t heal you.