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Can I just have slow sex, Long talks, Lengthy poems, And everyday walks, Can I have running through the wo…
Last Night. Was the first night I had a thous… Perforating with tender thoughts i… Last Night. Was the the first night, in my lif…
I can’t say I know, The bed where you lay, The shape, color, and patterns, That makes up your day, I can only say now,
She melds into the rhythm, listening for a heartbeat, escaping into the fumes, her thoughts incomplete. She escaped through the cracks,
I never thought I could crave a s… Like the one that sits across your… Distinctly scraped from the corner… Made in depths of dreams and forei… Its own presence, reflecting galax…
You collect calluses, Like precious gems, Revering their form, Keeping them close, And if it wasn’t for me,
I feel like I could vomit tears, But that wouldn’t suffice, For amount of years together, Exactly twice, I have no idea...
Whenever I’m alone, I stay smiling, Counting the stitches sewn, On 100 thread count sheets, Wishing for rain,
Carefully and slowly, I unfold myself from inside, Dark and lowly, I swallow my pride, I let her out,
I’m always enamored with, Short periods of time, With fantasies of, Your hand in mine.
Stumbling over words, Like a child stumbles over shoe la… Left undone. Every word I want to say, Left undone.
Flying out of the nest, At sixty mph, Four hours—without rest.
“You’re trapped.” He explains, My body is bare, I’m losing time, And losing air.
Tried to meditate, too many different people, are inside my head.
I’m not a side dish, I’m not a left—over, you can’t put me away, you can’t save me for later, as with all things,