Missjayney

Missjayney
  • Updated:December 6, 2014 11:29 pm
  • Last visit:August 18, 2019 5:56 am
  • Member Since:May 22, 2012 12:42 am
USA
Female
sharpening pencils and chasing butterflies
Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin- it's the triumphant twang of a bedspring.
-S. J. Perelman
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Jeans or genes
Mutt
O..bam...ah
I like it north south east and west....
I whirl your deep voice across me
to and through as last nights
intimidation slaps me across my bare as thoughts.
I pause between crossing legs and uncrossing imagination -pondering-Last night -laid out -we became lilies- splay across a wet select pond
You are hardly uniform more like Utopian
and I can’t help but wonder where we both
put our hands before they touched
Your presence hovers over me articulate and lucid
it’s no dream or regimental romantics it's uncontrollable emancipation -carnal camaraderie
And I am
simply
because you do
And I can
swiftly
because of you
Raw
we are - with edges
Incited-excited and incessantly erratic
And the thing
I love about you and me
is especially
THERE IS NO WE
That here teetering
on an angle
we are just ninety degrees
caught between
today
tomorrow
and the blink of an eye ....
I dont advertise.