The thundering thoughts of you franchise me like the wall
I spray-painted my digits on – when you weren’t looking, of course.
The covert her-ness. Never close enough and always craving more –
of you. This may be the hardest rendition of a teaching I’ve reached.
This point.
The undertones of speech yet…the wetness of
the energy is so fucking deep – we can’t even speak.
What words are there to be said – when we speak our own language
on a frequency we both understand? So, why is this one of such an insatiable deliverance?
When all I want to do is surrender….I can’t.
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I just want to…..Surrender…..to you.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Her, him, jenjuice, Love, Lovers, passion, Poetry, raw, Truth, writing on October 24, 2016 by JenJuiceWhat’s it Like…..to Die.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Death, Hurt, I miss him, Love, Lovers, no questions, pain, Poetry, soulmates, Truth, wretched on September 22, 2015 by JenJuice
So, what is grief like? What is that profound state of not understanding..
What’s it like to be fully aware and fully present in love with the one soulmate that
Took my breath and breathed it back into me…
And what is it like when he walks in front of a car that hits and murders him
And leaves him solemnly alone on the side of the road to die….what’s it like
You ask.
What’s it like to find life again after finding the truest form of love….die.
What’s it like to watch all your other friends and life move on…they go on having babies, getting married, being happy and having the run of the mill..this is what it’s supposed to be like life.
What’s it like to be not in this much profound pain.
What’s it like to feel again?
What’s it like to love again?
What’s it like to love and die at the same time.
What’s that like. Tell me.
Come here…..
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags black and white, Graciousness, Love, Lovers, Lust, Pillows, Poetry, Suckley on September 3, 2015 by JenJuiceThe mirror of a flail.
I feel my nipples ripple
Through my blouse
And wishing your hands
Were in place of the whistle
From the ceiling fan
Grazing the baby kisses on my
Neck…
The beauty next to nothing
An auto-biography under her
Ring…a
Something that
What the fuck does she do with this?
Stand still – be there when I look
At you…sweat
Suckle like a baby needing
A piece of the pie
Needles lost in a stack
And…I ain’t going back.
Seeing you…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Deeper, Lovers, Poetry on January 28, 2010 by JenJuiceYou came to me like the night
Reflects you – your eyes
Like lullabies that sing
The way
I see you
The inside blowing through
Me like
You do
Moving like
Honey on my
Shoulder-
you shower sweet
songs to me
Sweetened my caress to your
Face
near me
Silhouettes of your breath
speak
To the
whispers
In me
as you come through
Your beauty
moves me
Like the way
You
See
Me
See
You….
Jen Juice 