Archive for the 'Thoughts' Category

07
Mar
18

When You Told Me

When

You told me

About

The scar,

Immediately

I wanted

To kiss it

And make you

Feel

Wanted,

And desired-

And whole again.

When

You shared

Parts

Of your pain,

I wanted you

To feel

My touch

On your skin,

Erasing

Those memories,

And tracing

New ones

Across your body

And in your mind.

When

You hugged me,

I fought

To keep my hands

From wandering

And exploring

Your shape,

And saying

To you

“Thank you

For being

Here

In this

Moment-

Today.”

Timothy Vance Jackson

March 7, 2018

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23
Oct
17

Your Breath Still

Your breath

Still

Clings

Damp

And warm

Against my neck

And ear,

As if

You were

Still

Gasping

In my arms

And tangled

In the sheets,

With pillows

In a pile

On the floor

Below us.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

October 23, 2017

23
Oct
17

The breaths and words

There’s a place

Between

The breaths

And Words

And silence

Where

The crackle of nerves

And searing emotion

Leaves the body

Over-stimulated

And numb

To the endless chaos

Of the world outside

The windows

And walls

And drawn curtains

With a low hum

Of ecstasy

And calm.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

October 23, 2017

13
Aug
17

Devour

I want to devour

You-

With my eyes,

With my hands,

With my lips,

With my tongue,

With my words.

 

I want to have

You

Beneath my fingertips,

Between my teeth,

Beside my naked body,

Drenched

In the sweat

Of our journey.

 

I need

Your

Humid breath against my neck,

And your trembling

Body,

In my arms-

Stuttering

For breath,

And wide-eyed,

With flushed cheeks.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

August 13, 2017

07
Mar
17

Rip

Go ahead

And rip it

Off,

Yank it,

Tear it quickly,

I don’t care

If it takes

The hair

And the skin,

Just rip it off

And get this awkward

Silent suffering

Over.

Pull the bandages

And all the tape

Off

In an inelegant and impatient

Jerk,

And let

The bleeding

Begin

Anew,

So that

The healing

Can finally

Begin.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

March 7. 2017

05
Feb
17

I *am* alive

But

The thing is-

I’m not

Dead,

Yet.

I’m still

Here,

For now.

Due,

In no small part

To sheer stubbornness

And fear

Of the other

Options.

I’m not

A survivor

Of strength,

Or determination,

As much as

I am a survivor

Of paralysis-

Too scared

To move,

Too afraid

To do anything,

Too committed to the starry-eyed Piscean ideals of love and desire and wanting to have things be the way they ought to be because it is the right way.

I don’t

Keep breathing

Because

I am

Conquering fear,

But because

I am

Unwilling

To be

More bold.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

February 5, 2017

06
Nov
16

Trace the words

I want

To trace the words

Across

Your naked body

With my

Fingertips,

Exploring

Your blank

Page

With each thought

And sentence.

I want

To write

Sonnets

On your

Skin,

And make you

Shiver

With each punctuation.

I want

To express

My passion

For you

As your skin

Prickles

And your body

Arches

To meet my

Touch,

And all the words

That come

Pouring

Out of me

And onto

Your flesh.

I want

You

To become

My volume

And chapter,

My anthology

Of verse,

And collection

Of dreams.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

November 6, 2016




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