Jen Juice

The sunlight penetrating through my mind
As the symphony of fingers rendered seamless
dance thru my skin.
Sounds forgiven as the moment swims
Criticized by a moment of desire(s)
And sins…
Elegant and heart-field cries
She smiles and grins
Centered in the miles
Of his translucent eyes
Like the dotted whisper
Caressing his smile…

She cries while the now of fantasies surrenders
and fingers
The mile of thought(s)
And long-winded memories (censored)
That takes her down
One day at a time
And knowing the freedom
Is all in the moment listening
Through the sound(s)
Here again and again –
And The Is –
Is Now.

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