Archive for October, 2012

30
Oct
12

Boiling Mysteries

It’s hard

To be

Particularly poetic,

When my thoughts

Are

Drifting

Much more

Toward

The pornographic.

 

 

It’s hard

To picture

A field of poppies

Bathed in sunlight,

As if kissed

By God,

When all I can see

Is her

Skin

Glowing beneath

The same sun,

Kissed by my lips

And touched

By my hands.

 

 

I can remember

The smells

Of street markets,

With boiling mysteries

In open air

Kitchens,

But they are

Much less

Real

Than the smell

Of her

Hair

Deep in my nostrils,

Deep in my lungs,

Deep in my memory,

Deep within me.

 

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

October 30, 2012

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30
Oct
12

kicking

Kicking words

Around

In my head,

Across the page,

On the screen,

Through the air-

Just hoping

They will not

Kick back.

Hoping

They will

Agree

With me

And relent

To my pursuit,

And my desires

To hold them

In my arms,

Hold them down,

Wrestle them

Into place,

Into being

Here-

Not there.

Here.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

October 30, 2012

 

23
Oct
12

the touch

The touch-

Of lips

To skin,

Of fingers

To body,

Of hair

To face,

Of nose

To neck,

Of tongue

To lips,

Of bodies

To sheets,

Of moment

To memory,

Of life

To eternity.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

October 23, 2012

10
Oct
12

creativity

The tension

Between

Now

And later,

Is where

The magic

Happens,

Or

Is put off

Until

A better

Moment,

Or better

Concentration.

 

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

October 10, 2012

09
Oct
12

entwined

Her breath

Against

My neck

As we lay

Together,

Entwined,

Between

Sheets and blankets,

Tossed

By our bodies

And our

Restless

Desire.

Timothy Vance Jackson

October 9, 2012

09
Oct
12

disjointed

Disjointed,

Dislocated,

Unbalanced,

Unclear,

But willing

To accept

The reality

Of who

And what

I am.

Uneasy,

Unwilling

To

Let go

Of the past

And the

Present.

The future

Remains

A dream,

Unfulfilled,

Yet full

Of promises

Remaining to be set to life and given words.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

October 9, 2012

02
Oct
12

All I want

All I want

Is

To hold

Her

In my arms,

Tightly,

Until

Our breaths

Join

Into one

Rising and falling

Of chests

And lungs.

I want

To disappear

Within her

And her

Within me,

Then

Reemerge

On the other side

Of ourselves

Together.

 

All I want

Is

For her

To want

All of me,

All the time,

Always.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

October 2, 2012




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