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20
Nov
14

I can’t pretend

I can’t

Pretend

It doesn’t

Hurt,

Even though

It’s not supposed to,

And I’m not

Even allowed to hurt,

Because it’s not

My right to

Own the hurt

To begin with.

I get it.

I understand.

But I still

Hurt,

And I still

Ache

For everything

We didn’t have-

It’s still mine,

In my dreams,

And I’m keeping it all,

Along with the memories.

There’s only so much

I can

Let go of,

Publicly

Or privately,

So the rest

Remains

All mine,

No matter what.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

November 20, 2014

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18
Nov
14

The other shoe

As far as I’m concerned,

The other shoe

Can go

Fuck itself.

No more shoes-

Dropping,

Or otherwise.

Fuck the shoes,

And how they ruin

The floors

Of my heart,

How they scuff

My soul

And trample

My love.

I don’t want them around

Anymore,

Not even sandals.

I just want

To be

Barefoot,

Naked,

And alone

With you

Again,

And for forever.

Fuck the other shoe.

Screw both shoes.

I want you.

But leave the shoes

Outside

By the door,

And away from me-

Away from us.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

November 17, 2014

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

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

24
Jan
14

I remember why I can’t forget

I can

Remember

A lot to things

About our

Us-

The feel of her

Skin

On my fingertips,

My tongue,

Or pressed against

My body,

Sweaty

And shaking.

I can

Smell her

On the winds

Of my memory-

Her favorite

Lotion

Mixed with

Sweat

And kisses

All over her

Body.

The feel of her

Teeth

Against my tongue

As it searched

For more,

And the smell

Of her

Hair

Filled my nostrils,

While my arms

Pulled her

Trembling body

Tighter against mine,

And her hot breath

Burned

My neck.

But mostly I remember her and her sweetly crooked smile, and the slightly bucked teeth that would appear below her upper lip when she grinned, or laughed her ever-so-slightly too loud laugh.

I remember

How

She made me feel-

Whether good or bad.

 

I remember why I can’t forget.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

January 24, 2014

24
Jul
13

Can’t stop

I can’t

Stop caring,

I can’t

Stop hurting,

But I have to

Start living

Again-

Just like you

Already have.

You’re gone

Forever,

I see that

Now.

They say

That we learn

From our pasts,

But I’ve learned

Nothing,

Except love

Is always

Imperfect.

“Life goes on”,

Doesn’t it?

I hope so

Because I have to

Go on living-

I did

At least

Learn

That much

From you.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

July 24, 2013

12
Jun
13

For her

She lays in a bed

Of twisted sheets,

Curled

In a blanket,

With her dark hair

A mess,

Across her face

And neck,

Spilling onto the pillows.

Her sparkling dark eyes,

Hidden by sleepy eyelids,

Half closed to the sunlight

Coming in through the window,

Burst into life

As soon as they open-

Like shimmering pools of water

Or precious jewels.

Her lips are perfectly shaped

And colored,

The bottom lip

Frequently

Pinched between her teeth,

In a playful

Look of innocence and flirtatiousness

That leaves a permanent impression

On all who are lucky enough

To see her face.

As she kicks off the blanket

And moves

To her other side,

Exposing her

Beautiful skin and slender body,

The stillness of the room

Is awakened

By her elegance

And beauty-

Bringing the morning

To a rapturous beginning.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson




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