Archive for October, 2014

28
Oct
14

Balancing the tastes

I’ll have

Your coffee

Waiting

For you,

When you wake-

As you slowly stir

From the dreams

We’ve made

Together.

It’s a process

To get it right,

Finding the balance

Of grind,

Level scoop or rounded scoop,

Proper amount

Of water,

Brew time,

Cream or no cream,

Sugar or no sugar,

Balancing the tastes

Of bitter

And sweet.

Each cup

An exercise

In intimacy

That moves past

The bedroom,

Yet compliments the passion

Nicely.

It won’t happen

With the first

Cup,

But I’m patient

And I want

To make love to you

With each

Fresh brewed cup

Of aromatic romance.

I want to see

Your eyes slowly

Open,

As the smell

Enters your nose,

And the hair

In your face

Gets brushed away

From your lips

For the first sip,

While I wait

To see

The look

On your face-

Your upper lip inching past the edge of the rim of the cup to taste what I have crafted just for you.

I’ll take notes

And learn

What makes you happy,

What pleases you,

How strong

You want it.

And once

I’ve gotten it right,

I’ll create variations

On the theme

To try new things,

And keep the excitement

Of discovery

Alive.

Maybe this time

Something from Ethiopia,

Or possibly Central America,

Or just a darker roast

From a similar region?

I will never tire

Of wanting

To make you happy

With each sip

And warm embrace,

Touching your perfect lips.

 

I will have your coffee

Waiting

For you

Each morning,

To gently bring you

To proper momentum

For each day,

Because

I love you

And take pride in my work-

Satisfying you

And your needs.

 

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

October 28, 2014

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23
Oct
14

Enough already

Enough already-

Just shut up

And kiss

Me

So we can

Move on

And start

Pawing

At each other’s

Clothing

And bodies.

I don’t

Want

To talk

Anymore,

I want

Action

And movement

Of our bodies,

Naked

And sweaty,

On top

Of the sheets,

Beneath

The sheets,

On the floor,

In the kitchen,

Outside

In the open,

Beneath

The sun

Or the moon,

In the rain,

In the middle

Of the street,

Mothers turning the heads of their children away from our entwined bodies and sweaty passion.

Enough is enough,

And I want you

Now,

And every day

And every night

After this moment

Passes

And we go back

To sitting

Quietly

With our hands

At our sides,

Behaving.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

October 23, 2014

15
Oct
14

Close the door

Fumbling

Somewhat clumsily

In the front

Seat

Of your car,

As the windows

Fogged

Up,

And the humidity

Climbed

Faster

Than your breathing,

Lips colliding,

Tongues searching,

Reckless

Desire

Growing

Stronger without a concern

For reality

Or passersby.

“Close the door … ”

The only instruction

Necessary,

The only admission

Made

To the absurdity

Of the moment,

The closest thing

To resistance

Without

Actually resisting.

My face

Clasped

In your hands,

As our eyes

Said the words

Our mouths couldn’t

With our lips

Otherwise engaged

And dutifully obedient

To our tongues.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

October 15, 2014

08
Oct
14

Breathing Sweatily

Music plays

In my ears

As images of you

Dance in my head-

Swaying and moving,

Breathing sweatily,

Your clothes

Clinging

To your body,

And your hair

In clumped strands

Sticking to your face

And slender neck,

As the bass line

Shivers down your spine

To your feet,

Which seem to ignore

Gravity,

To float

Above the floor.

It is

As if

The music

Is making love

To you,

And your movements

Are the climax

Of that embrace,

Each thump

Of bass

Another kiss,

Another touch,

Another whisper

Into your ear

With breathless abandon.

If only

My hands

And arms

Could wrap around you

And hold you,

The way the music

Pulls you in,

For a kiss

That would make you

Dance

Until the next sunrise.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

October 8, 2014




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