Posts Tagged ‘Desire

02
May
17

Indelible

I can

Still

Taste

The tears

That ran down your face

And eventually made their way

To your slender neck,

Where they met

My lips.

I can

Still

Feel

The silent

Sobbing

That made your chest

Rise and fall,

Your breath

Short and heavy,

Until huge gasps

Made your lungs fill

Again.

I can

Still

Remember

How

Your upper lip

Curled

Slightly

To reveal your teeth,

And a playful spirit

The first time

A hug

Lasted

A little too long.

The living photograph,

Etched

Into my memory,

As indelibly

And permanently

As any of my broken bones

Or scars-

Your fingerprints

Tattooed

To my soul.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

May 2, 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

16
Oct
16

Seven letters

I used to believe that

Love lasted forever,

And I suppose

A part of me still does,

Possibly,

But I’ve realized that

Forever is a lot bigger

Than its seven letters.

Who can truly understand

The meaning

Of infinity

Of time?

Unlike the billions of Sagan’s stars,

Which are theoretically finite,

Love is somehow

Transcendant

And limitless,

Exceeding both time and space,

While our physical bodies

Are not.

I ache to believe

That

Love will last

Into an eternity

I can not fathom,

And will never feel,

But the practicality of heartbreak

Produces a cold and unfeeling reality

That suggests

Love is far less permanent than the dreams of an expanding universe that flows into a darkness that is unfettered by boundaries of physics or romance.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

October 16, 2016

08
Oct
16

In the space between

She exists

In the space between

Heaven and earth-

Bound by neither,

Held in place

By nothing

Other than

Her own

Gravity

And weightlessness.

She is

Neither

Here nor there,

Belongs to nothing

And everything,

Choosing to

Breathe

Or give breath

As she feels.

She is the sum

Of her own equation,

And the answer

To her own question-

And is okay

When nobody else

Understands

Her arithmetic.

She is her own star

And her own moon,

Spinning wildly

In her own orbit

Through her universe,

Searching

For signs of life

On other planets.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

October 8, 2016

08
Oct
16

Dreaming of me dreaming of you

When you fall asleep

And dream

Of our bodies

Twisted

Into

Knots

From our passion,

Your body

Tingling

And alive

Feeling a kiss

Sent by lips

Thousands of miles away,

Your eyes sparkling

Like stars

In the vastness

Of the expanding universe,

I will be

Reaching

Across the covers

Of my bed

Searching

For the touch

Of your fingers

Entwining with mine

In the quiet

Of night

And the sound

Of my own breathing.

I’ll think of you

There,

With your neck

Exposed

To my lips,

Your breasts

Only partially covered

By twisted sheets

And restless sleep-

Dreaming of me

Dreaming of you.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

October 8. 2016




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