fragmentia

She lies

There,

Tangled in a bed

Of knotted sheets

And missing pillows,

With her dark hair

And darker eyes,

Shining

In the morning light

Piercing

Through the still

Of breathlessness.

***

I still feel

Her skin

When my eyes

Are closed

And she is

No longer

Beside me-

The softness

And the warmth

Of her touch,

And her breath,

Against my neck,

As our bodies

Ignite

With contact.

***

The stray

Long black hair,

Clinging to my clothes,

Waiting

For me

To find it,

And remember her.

***

Her smell

Sticks to my skin

Briefly,

But she is

Permanently

In my memory,

Long after

I am

No longer able

To distinguish

Her

From myself.

Timothy Vance Jackson

March 13, 2012

Searching

Searching for

Words,

For meaning,

For peace,

For rest,

For dreams,

For my self.

 

Staring at

The emptiness

Waiting to be filled,

By words,

By answers,

With hope.

 

Hoping

To find the missing pieces and answers to the questions that have haunted me for far too long.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

March 3, 2012

existential

I need

To find

A way to sleep,

The real sleep

That is accompanied

By rest

And a quiet mind.

***

Timothy Vance Jackson

December 29, 2011

untitled 11/15/2010

She exists

As a taste in my nose

And a smell in my mouth,

Rewriting the rules

Of my love

For her.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

November 15, 2010

Unfinished fragment

She’s only

Been on the outside

With us

For seven short months,

Yet

Our lives

Have been changed

Enough

To no longer

Remember

An Us

Without a Her.

She’s grown to a size

Much larger than her

Length or weight

And has filled

Us

And our world

With her.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

November 8, 2010

unfinished fragment 11/24/09

The bed she usually sleeps in

Is empty and still-

The covers still in place,

The pillows still propped up.

Her grunts and snorts,

Like a little animal,

Unheard here for now

Until she returns again.

***

Timothy Vance Jackson

November 24, 2009