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This Is My Heaven
I keep you in the small seconds of soft quiet,under silver moonlight,serene crackling from the wireless,Simon Templar’s shoes against dark streets, surrounded by foreboding whistling. This is my heaven. Your name nestled in my mouth,your lips, loose on my trembling neck,silk slip, slipping down onto the sheets,serene cyclone starting in my shaking thighs and sending…
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Back Garden Theatre
The orchestra of a Sunday evening swarms from the trees,peeking through the leaves and the long, luscious branches,their throats full of hope and happiness.It is a joy to be their only audience.
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Supergirl Saves Herself
I spent a summer, sentimental to that Vanessa Carlton song,the one with the piano, that painted you and I into the night’s stars and made us dance so close that it felt illegal.If I could just see you,I’d stutter and suffer the worst of war flashbacks,because our beloved affair was a battleground,and I shot myself…
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He’s Downstairs. They’ve Put Him Downstairs.
The forest was covered with the feathers of my father.Shot down as he sidled towards the sun with a wicked grin,swallowed hole by the hungry, hectic hands of God’s Earth,until at last he was home, and all that remained was a skull and some feathers,and I found myself treading the boards,boring the trees with a…
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Things I’ve Seen On My Travels
Sweet, serene siren on the sapphire shore.I’m in a whirl,so unorderly,because you pull me in without parting your lips. Gorgeous creature in grey slacks and green glasses,the simple grace of grey gardens,and your grey hair,swept softly behind your ear,an array of earrings adorn you,and you shine like the sun,swallowing my soul with every sigh and…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 