Archive for July, 2014

30
Jul
14

Just lie there

Just lie

There

Lover,

So I can

Paint

You,

As you are

Now,

Onto the canvas

Of my mind.

Maybe

I’ll paint

You

With watercolors,

To create

That dreamy softness

Of blurred edges

And muted tones.

Maybe

I’ll paint

You

With oils

So that each

Brush

Stroke

Will create

Texture

That I can

Come back to,

To feel

You

Again and again.

Maybe

I’ll paint

You

With satin finish

Latex paints

On an old

Recycled door

And mount you

To the front

Of my home

So I can

Enter you

And relax

In the quiet

Of my memories

We created

Together.

Maybe

I’ll paint

You

On a wall-sized canvas

With a brush

That has just one

Fine bristle,

So that it will

Take me

The rest of my life

To finish

Painting

You,

Forcing me

To never let go

Of the image

Of you

In my mind.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

July 30, 2014

30
Jul
14

I’m not

I’m not

Letting go.

I’m not

Giving up.

I’m not

Forgetting

Those lips

Pressed to mine,

Or those eyes

Staring back

At me

As we kiss.

I’m not

Letting

The feel

Of your skin

Beneath my touch,

Against my lips,

The taste

On my tongue

Vanish

From my memory

Ever.

I’m not.

I’m not

Allowing

Any of it

To dissolve

Into time

And distance.

I’m just not.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

July 30, 2014

28
Jul
14

She knows

She knows

That

My lips

Ache

For the touch

Of hers,

Pressed softly,

Or fiercely,

Or quietly,

Or hurriedly,

Or inappropriately

Against mine.

She aches

Too,

We both ache

Separately

Together,

From a distance

Both great

And small,

And nonexistent,

But there.

The fingers

That entwine

In the air

That is empty

Without

The other hand

To hold,

And clasp

Tightly-

The fingers

On each of our hands, as they lie limply at our sides, in the dark, searching across the room, and across the distances, for that moment of contact that we are not allowed.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

July 28, 2014

28
Jul
14

Erosion

I’m going

To bury

Them

In a field

In my mind-

Some fertile

Corner

With plenty

Of light,

Good drainage,

And nutrient-rich soil.

Let the ideas

And feelings,

Memories,

Grow

And take

Root,

Holding the soil

Of my mind

In place,

Secure

From erosion.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

July 28, 2014

21
Jul
14

Horizonless stare

It is in her

Eyes

That I am

Most frequently

Lost.

They hide

Nothing,

Yet conceal

So much.

They trap me,

Hold me,

Lose me,

Make me

Forget

That time

Exists

Outside of their gaze.

I always find

Myself

Lost,

And wandering

Dreamily

Through those shimmering pools,

Wanting to let

My hands drift

Lazily

As I float

Motionless

Across

Her

Horizonless stare.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

July 21, 2014

13
Jul
14

Aching

It is

Especially

In the silence

And stillness,

That the aching

Returns

With a vengeance-

The aching

To hold her

In my arms

Again,

Or to feel her

Pressed against me

And trembling,

To touch her

Lips to mine

In breathless

Kisses

Without words.

Like an amputated limb,

The dull ache

Lingers and haunts

Each waking moment,

Looking to that place

Where something-

Someone-

Is supposed to be,

But there is

Only the ache.

Sweetly,

Painfully,

Deeply-

The ache.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

July 13, 2014




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