Jen Juice

Honor the way you reveal the beauty that marks us – the same
that is mine…right above the belly button – we fed onward
and shine(d)
each other through music and our eyes saw the same moment
and the same time
another day
I look down beneath my breast and remember the beauty mark
That matches yours – with the same name
Connection through synchronicity and the place in time
Me and you met
and did the naked silhouette(d) dance in your living room
and wept…

My own private mea culpa
in an elevator of disinterment
drowning the sentiments in
lace walking through my fingertips
in an after shock
the town has surrendered the benefactors
of chance
swaying to the mirroring movement
sideways
like a lucid fantasy
shining the truth in on me –
a woman in the most
fashioned sensibility
has found her own
sweet-tasting synchronicity…