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
When
I was
Inside
You,
I was
No longer
Inside
Myself.
Timothy Vance Jackson
July 31, 2016
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
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
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
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
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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