janiemac’s ‘soul mates’
such it is
what it is
when it is
as real as
not seen sex
or right here
truth is we on
ly then know what
me/you with life’s
I used to lick than kiss her lips from where flesh raises to become the lower one; enjoy that drop into her mouth as my tongue tripped in, moving upwards, feeling the sudden chill-touch of her tongue…
he did say two alright things for a change
kept awaiting him so long a waiter
almost but coming to that pretences
had me butler; jeeves, than who did it;
liked his bit on syria / on the burka;
the truth is either
marriage be allowed
or it ain’t the case
and none are married
no matter how/what
cries against marriage
Is it wrong that I want to hit her?
I know she’ll kill me.
I tie the knot and the thought of the noose thrills me.
I keep it in a black box locked away from everyone but me,
I WRITE ON ETHER ( woke sweating and scribbled like she wrote through me nonstop; just a few days after)
It is blissful, this life, stolen!
Why did they not expect that this we would?
I chose Eden agai…
and she, all armor and shields
like a shining piece of fragile steel
in his presence can neither melt, nor feel~
souls can touch
even if eyes have never
gazed at each other
to my soul / female version / self 6
are those nakednesses
or be yrs cloth
holding the camera?
: my camera my eyes
(sudden epiphany writing
journal of a sportswriter
i always think of hamlet
always wanting him femme, ’stead
glad that he had a girlfriend
used to say i was shakespeare
but also romeo/juliet
had to write / act / act / think all
to my soul / female version / self 7 (manifesto!)
want those close sun
our passions write
into our blood
so lovely secret the things we do do
unshadowed/curtained, there by not claimed known
for love and love have love that is their own
( j ’darwin is 2/3 lines of equal feet )
But I care not! “The Man’s” a liar!
And here I’ll wait for hearts desire.
Though sadness grips me like a glove.
For you my love.
You put aside,
Your hearts desire.
Because you feel,
My needs are higher.
The flame of passion illuminates
when distance juxtaposition is
& trust as it becomes touch: luv taught
then one is there/here: distance nighs / sighs.