When You Told Me

When

You told me

About

The scar,

Immediately

I wanted

To kiss it

And make you

Feel

Wanted,

And desired-

And whole again.

When

You shared

Parts

Of your pain,

I wanted you

To feel

My touch

On your skin,

Erasing

Those memories,

And tracing

New ones

Across your body

And in your mind.

When

You hugged me,

I fought

To keep my hands

From wandering

And exploring

Your shape,

And saying

To you

“Thank you

For being

Here

In this

Moment-

Today.”

Timothy Vance Jackson

March 7, 2018

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All In One Night

There was the time

I held your

Hand

As we

Walked

In the dark,

Wandering

With a purpose

And no sense of time.

There was the time

We sat

On your couch,

Listening

To music and each other,

Talking

Longer

Than we thought.

There was the time

That you kissed me

On your stairs,

And your hands

Reached up

To the side of my face,

And when you touched

My ears,

I heard voices

In my head

Screaming

That I should

Love this woman.

There was the time

We laughed

At the absurdity

Of us

And our teenage

Excitement,

Fumbling

To undress

The thoughts

And release

All the magic of that very first touch of our bodies, skin to skin, in the soft light of near darkness.

There was that time,

And it will live

Forever.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

November 26, 2017

Your Breath Still

Your breath

Still

Clings

Damp

And warm

Against my neck

And ear,

As if

You were

Still

Gasping

In my arms

And tangled

In the sheets,

With pillows

In a pile

On the floor

Below us.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

October 23, 2017

The breaths and words

There’s a place

Between

The breaths

And Words

And silence

Where

The crackle of nerves

And searing emotion

Leaves the body

Over-stimulated

And numb

To the endless chaos

Of the world outside

The windows

And walls

And drawn curtains

With a low hum

Of ecstasy

And calm.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

October 23, 2017

Devour

I want to devour

You-

With my eyes,

With my hands,

With my lips,

With my tongue,

With my words.

 

I want to have

You

Beneath my fingertips,

Between my teeth,

Beside my naked body,

Drenched

In the sweat

Of our journey.

 

I need

Your

Humid breath against my neck,

And your trembling

Body,

In my arms-

Stuttering

For breath,

And wide-eyed,

With flushed cheeks.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

August 13, 2017

Indelible

I can

Still

Taste

The tears

That ran down your face

And eventually made their way

To your slender neck,

Where they met

My lips.

I can

Still

Feel

The silent

Sobbing

That made your chest

Rise and fall,

Your breath

Short and heavy,

Until huge gasps

Made your lungs fill

Again.

I can

Still

Remember

How

Your upper lip

Curled

Slightly

To reveal your teeth,

And a playful spirit

The first time

A hug

Lasted

A little too long.

The living photograph,

Etched

Into my memory,

As indelibly

And permanently

As any of my broken bones

Or scars-

Your fingerprints

Tattooed

To my soul.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

May 2, 2017

Just Lay There

Just lay there

And let

Me

Feel

Around

Inside you.

You can

Keep your clothes on

And just look

At me,

Stare with wide open eyes

And dilated pupils

Open to receive

The light shining

From our touch

And tangled lives.

Let me

Feel

Your lips

Quivering and trembling

From across the room,

Across the bed,

Against my neck.

Let me feel

You

Blossoming

Into a new spring

And light

Of loving.

 
Timothy Vance Jackson

April 28, 2017