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It’s Enough
I don’t wake up with much but the memory of you. It’s enough. I put the pieces of the picture back together,the slow, soft curve of your smile,ocean opals that know all of my secrets,the taste of truth, so addictive and instinctive on my lips,lips that have longed for you since the moment I became…
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She’s Back
I am a killer.The blood is basted on your hands rather than mine, but it still belongs to me.I put it there,sensual and sentimental,holding each fingertip with my gaze,a gay song in my heart that soon became a war cry. I wait for the whispers to wane but they never do.We are front page news…
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The Sun Is Shining
Rebecca. Hey Rebecca, it’s your Dad. Why are you cooped up in there? I know you think you have to stay inside, but that’s silly. I’ve told you not to watch too much of that stuff. It’s making you paranoid. It’s a lovely day out here. The sun is shining. It’s so warm. Come outside,…
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Nervous Goose
My fingernails find my palms,piercing flesh,lips bitten,once so luscious,now fumbling every fucking word. This is my curse. I am the campground for a festival of fluttering butterfliesand you smile, as if you’re innocent.I ache for you,all over the place,my face giving me away before my trembling, ambitious hands have the chance. They cry for you,and…
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Refined Tastes
I love each line of your life’s story,lost in a language that only you and I speak,reading until my eyes are red and tired,writing my own chapters,captured by my charming lover,lounging in the most exclusive chambers of my memory. I will not insist that you are an angel,ageless and graceful,echoing the enchantment of ever present…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 