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 JenJuiceIf I come…here.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags cognitive finds, darkness, inspiration fro inside, Love, muse, Poetry, raw on August 4, 2015 by JenJuiceTrembling the inherent negotiation whispering the few
Words that center your silhouette
Crumbling from a dial tone that no longer exist
To define the equanimity of the balance.
Which is to what is.
If I come here..will you find the way?
It’s as if you are just the perception of
My mind’s eye
…but then again, I woke up.
Life as a Suitcase.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Poetry, raw on March 22, 2011 by JenJuice
Rendering phone calls of
The only said difference
Between the bed sheets
And my new found(ed) existence
Of how the suitcase
Lives with a marker and me in it
Saw between the both
And far and the few between – me
And the you I can’t seem
To get in and through to
Like the imperfect little
Glass vase I use
As my front door
The sot and
The best reasons why
I can’t do this any more
Life as a Suitcase of emotion
And you as my front door….
Jen Juice 