31
Jul
16

I saw

I looked

At you

Through closed eyes,

Seeing you

With

My fingertips

In the dark

Of the room,

And our

Humidity.

I saw

You

In the

Scent

Of your body,

Wet

With our sweat.

I saw

You

With my tongue

Inside your mouth,

And my lips

Pressed to your

Skin,

Feeling the shivers

Running

Through your body.

I saw

You.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

July 31, 2016

31
Jul
16

Inside/Outside

When

I was

Inside

You,

I was

No longer

Inside

Myself.
Timothy Vance Jackson

July 31, 2016

22
Jul
16

If I am

When

I’m very still,

I can

Still

Taste you

On my lips

And fingers.

If I am

Very quiet

I can

Still

Hear you

Breathing

And gasping

For more

Air,

As we collide

Into each other.

If

I

Am

Alone

I

Can

Feel the touch of your skin against mine, and feel the sweat begin to build a watery layer between our bodies, as we tighten ourselves around each other, sharing our breaths while our tongues search each other’s mouths for their partner.

If

I am calm,

I can

Be with you

Again,

In my memories.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

July 22, 2016

21
Jul
16

Wide and wild

I still

See the way

Your eyes

Popped open,

And your pupils

Went wide

And wild

With passion,

As I kissed

Your neck

And our bodies

Pressed tighter

To each other.

 

I still

Hear your shortened

Breath,

Mixed with tiny

Gasps,

And feel

Your grip

Tightening

On me,

As the beads

Of sweat

Dripped from me,

To you,

To the bed

Beneath us.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

July 21, 2016

 

20
Jul
16

It’s never not hard

It’s never

Not hard

To live

Inside my head,

Yet

I find myself

There

Far too often.

The competing voices,

And ideas,

And fears,

And desires,

And resentments,

And the love-

For my daughters especially-

All vying

For my attention

At the same time-

All of them winning,

All of them losing.

It’s a very loud

And crowded

Space

Between my ears,

Yet

My heart

Is barely

A foot away,

And so very lonely.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

July 20, 2016

18
Jul
16

Lucky you

They’re not

Really louder,

There’s not really

More of them,

There’s just

Fewer distractions

To keep you from

Listening

To the voices

And anxieties

Screaming

In your head.

The volume

Is

Roughly

The same,

But the usual background noise has subsided just enough to let the chorus of fear and self-doubt make it’s way closer to your consciousness.

Lucky you.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

July 18, 2016

17
Jul
16

Dreams are not reality

You clung

To a belief

That others called crazy

And you feared

Might be

Unrealistic,

But

You did it

Anyway.

Love is all we need,

Until it isn’t,

And the bills

Need to get paid,

And the car needs new tires,

And jobs go away.

Then love is not

The only thing

Needed

Anymore.

“Love

Doesn’t

Pay the rent.”

Dreams

Are not

Reality,

When

Reality

Is no longer

A dream.

The yellowing paper

You once scribbled

A short love poem

To her on,

So that she would

Wake up

To it

On her pillow,

Is now crumpled

Into the corner

Of a shelf

Filled

With neatly folded laundry.

It isn’t

Gone,

But it is

Forgotten

With force-

Like you.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

July 17, 2016




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