Jen Juice

Seasons direct me to the movement of your skin
Blowing through the benevolence of the weekends
As I spill into your voice

And wrap me with your smell

Seeing the seasons change like the

Paint that drips from my walls of thought

like an ocean of you and the sentences

I sought

that filter through
like a melody of rivers
when I gaze into the bodies
I swim and the one

I need and want – is you…

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