Archive for May, 2013

29
May
13

It’s not over

It’s not over

For me,

Possibly

For you

It is,

But I still wallow

In a sadness and longing

That

I never expected

Or wanted.

But it’s still mine

Alone.

It remains

Mine

Alone.

I know

I shouldn’t,

But I still do-

And will

Keep

Wanting.

I know-

It’s my fault.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

May 29, 2013

27
May
13

I want

I want
You
Breathless and
Naked
Beside me,
Your sweat
Running
In a river
With mine,
Soaking the sheets
Beneath our bodies.

I need
Your touch
On my skin,
And my skin
Pressed to yours
Again
And again.

I want
And I need,
And I crave
You.

Timothy Vance Jackson
May 27, 2013

24
May
13

Inside you

Inside you

I find

What is outside

Of me.

When you are

Distant

I am

Even farther

Away.

When we

Do not touch

I can not

Feel

Alive

In the same ways

I feel

When we are

Touching-

Skin to skin

And breathless

Together.

Timothy Vance Jackson

May 24, 2013

22
May
13

It’s not getting any easier

It’s not getting any easier

To forget,

Or simply move on.

It’s not any less painful

When the memories

Flood

Over me,

Yet again,

And again tomorrow.

It’s still there-

You’re still there-

Without being here.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

May 22, 2013

19
May
13

No ending

The memory

Of her

Skin,

Vanishes

Like the smoke

Rings

Leaving my lips

And evaporating

In the air

Above my head.

But it never

Goes away

Far enough-

Instead

She haunts

Me

And my thoughts,

My days,

My nights,

My dreams,

My nightmares.

The end

Is

Never

“The end”…

Never

An ending

Like an old movie

That closes neatly

With black and white

Confirmation

That it’s over.

This ending

Is

Much less

An ending

And much more

A purgatory

Of desire

And longing

That goes on

Forever

Without fulfillment.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

May 18, 2013

18
May
13

Watching

Watching,

As the gay men

Stagger

Down the street

From the nearby bars,

Fumbling

For keys,

And each other

In the dark.

Laughter

Comes

Seemingly

From all directions,

As small groups

Of young women

Swerve

Along the sidewalk,

To the houses

And apartments

Behind me,

Appearing

From the dark

Arm in arm,

And wobbling

On unrealistic shoes,

With unrealistic

Dreams.

The smoke

From my cigar

Rises above

My weary head,

Evaporating

Into the darkness

Of the night-

Escaping the darkness

Of my mind

And my thoughts.

Hangovers

And fuzzy

Memories

Await them all

Tomorrow morning.

Alone with my beer and cigar,

I watch,

Unnoticed

And uncaring-

Detached

For now.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

May 18, 2013

18
May
13

Curtain

Pay no attention

To the man

Behind the curtain,

Appearing to be

Ok in his life,

Quiet

In his mind,

Sleeping at night-

Because the curtain

Isn’t real,

Neither

Is his peace.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

May 18, 2013




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