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Toyland
Summer seeps through the spokes, of your baby blue bicycle wheels. From the sidewalk, I stare, through long lashes, and tinted glasses, a popsicle in my pastel pout. I hope you’ll fall, graze your knee, tumbling in my direction, so I can peek, through tinted glasses, and eager eyes, at what you hide, in your…
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Love Is An Exorcism
Last night, unclaimed flames, floated across the islands, and followed us to the shore, to watch, from the heavens, as you left mountain avens, on my lips. I slept, silent and still, by the mermaid’s grave. I dreamt you were waist deep, in the water, the jealous moon, showing off, shining on your bare chest,…
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First Kiss
My first kiss, was a tragedy. Not Greek, or Shakespearean, just us. I shook, inside your guilty grasp, not your niece, but just as nice as Catherine. You tell me twice, you can’t believe the mess, as you gaze, from the bridge, where people like us end up, enjoying the view, before we throw ourselves…
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New Video: The Actual Moon
Hola amigos, You can check out my latest video, The Actual Moon, on YouTube or my website, now. Besos, J x Enter The Poetry Competition here Order “Kissing Boys, Just For The Thrill” here Order “Stormy Weather” here Order “Last Of The Greenwich Glamour Girls” here Order “The Things We Did Last Summer” here…
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The Actual Moon
I swallowed your sweet sayonara. Wallowing in waiting, for you to change your mind, or tell me it was a joke. I had icy air, running to and fro, through my throat, and open mouth, staring open mouthed, at the denial, deep in my veins. I love you, you know. Do you know that? I…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 