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Circular steps advancing to the threshold
the curved cliff-face,
the lee shielding the soft flesh of the hill.
Waves caught in permanent stasis
never rocking that rounded sail on the horizon.

A softness that bites my lower lip,
caressing my chin
dancing down the curve of my throat,
where you rest between my breasts
sparking excitement, a loving challenge,

Purple echos on an upper arm
in prints that sculpt a loathing
for your unyielding flesh
her fear
of what is so perfectly you. 

Tired Swinging

Spinning, Whirling

Joining of skin - like rubber

And pavement

Newly scented tread soon

Gives way to beaten black.

Whirling faster

Touching…pulling away

Half of me then

Whole of me

Halfofmewholeofme

Parting, never going back

Quite that way.

Removed

Discarded

Alone…until

we play

And I again am whirling in the wind.

Then forgotten again,

Grass curling through

Around me and I am becoming

Part of the ground

Deflated and curled in a ball

Pillow soaked

Tears still flowing

I could sink – become rolled in this bed.

Until lips find me

Lips and teeth

Leave this mark on me

Leave me dizzy

In this jealous battering

Of love?

Like?

Spinning, twirling

Tossed in the air

Waiting for the hard ground.

(still in the editing process, so please comment and contribute ideas/criticism)

A Love Poem

A Love Poem by Janna is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.

This poem is meant to be read aloud. So wherever and whenever you are - despite awkward and creeped out glances - please open your mouth and let these words flow through them. The sound is a very important element in much of poetry - something that I haven't employed often enough.

A Love Poem

If there were a way to have never met you…

Who would I be?

I am just a roll in the hay – a complete accident, of course.

But that’s not fair, because here I am, here she is…

I sit on the bench, awaiting my turn

Wishing my glare could penetrate

Your shield of utter disinterest.

Because I cannot say – it is far too difficult

For me to mutter unintelligibly under my breath

When you went away you changed…well ruined…my life

And there are no repercussions

And I hate you.

But I am today and can be then

So I will not take the bait and focus on fate.

Because If I had not met you

She would not be here

Little rolli polliness

My glad little image of me

Taking hobbling steps

That could represent your

Awkward display of disaffection.

So you are a means to an end

And despite this scrimmage before a jury

Of my peers and family

I am in a hurry to be quite

Finished with you.