virtual toy
meant to heighten
and arouse
deep-seated needs
never shared
left swipe
right swipe
dismissing or picking
what suits your fantasy
and longing
hoping this stranger will want you
dreaming of scenarios
jerking off
whatever self-esteem
you have left
titillating stimulation
brought havoc
for the only lusty one
actually
wanting you
frozen
my heart so cold
attitude like outside
it only beats to stay alive
chilly
lovers
lost connection
frosty to each other
no one can survive this frigid
tundra
Reading each piece was so relatable and hit home pretty hard! Jeanne Marie’s pieces reflected segments of a relationship, the journey of so many individuals in the emotional realm of coming together, then apart.
Flesh and Bones
Her hands make love to his shoulders
Caress the tension from his neck
Fingers entwined in his soft curls
Her face buried in silver and brown strands.
Inhaling the heady scent that is him
She allows her tightness to slip away
Falling, falling into a dark warm mist
A vapor of safety created by his love.
Absence of pain, regret, loss or sorrow
Blankets of tenderness and devotion
Washed worn by life’s bleaching storms
More precious than diamonds and gold.
His devotion surrounds her flesh and her bones.
Thus, sleep is a cocoon which shelters her
Pillows of passions released time after time
Cradle the woman and her fragile dreams
Rocking her to sleep in his gently flowing river
Drifting on billows of unconditional love.
Floating to euphoria, wrapped around his back
She wonders, how is it possible that her love
Could increase beyond description, young and…
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The exquisite tales spun
come to a close once again.
Leaving adventure behind
and me, in agony.
A pause in the decadence,
excitement and joy.
Left hanging in the abyss
after the final scene.
Oh, but the good stories
last forever though,
revived again and again.
These treasures never die.
May the next threshold
open up a tasteful selection
to fill my needs and desires.
I’m looking for a classic.
propped up
shiny, enticing
new and improved
repackaged
hiding the diminished
an offering of a breakthrough
same old commercial
recycling an old love
not a guarantee it’s better…
… though
You’ll recall I posted about The Sketchbook Project earlier this year where I announced my participation. The submission is titled I’m Fine. Well, it’s available for you to see now. Please don’t judge my art skills too harshly as I am only an amateur! 😉 But I do hope you enjoy the poetry about the emotions of having found love, then losing it and ultimately coming out on the other side. The thoughts reflected in this sketchbook are pulled from the depths of my personal experience. And yet, they are ones shared by millions who have lived this universal story.
As you go through this, I hope you can feel the elation, the sorrow and the strength in the individual pieces. I look forward to your thoughts!
If you would like to participate in Volume 16, click here.
an atmosphere heavy with delight
long, slow dances
passionate embraces
kisses lasting for days
never-ending charm
a connection worth fighting for
alters over time
and circumstance
too many distractions
too many annoyances
too many broken promises
further cracks
until there’s nothing left
to fight about
when the memories of love
weren’t ever permanent
and present sorrow bound up
in yesteryears love
goes in the direction
of letting it all go
These words were inspired by a posting a while back by John Coyote . Thanks!
our home
is off
it’s slowly
shifting
drifting
in the wrong direction
collapse
is imminent
us
becoming rubble
my self-love rising
a decline in affection
i turn to the door
it’s
damn cold
in my world
safe haven no more
shit
