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Life without…
in solitude her footsteps slow; in robe of pink through empty rooms, she wanders no laughter or voice that echo in her days and nights life strange and silent, meals for one with simply why, as she...
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A mother says goodbye
My fingers wrap around your wrinkly hands vision blurred, as my eyes well with tears my lips touch velvet; your soft brown hair and I do this ov’ and over again in the short time that we have rocking...
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Foreplay
against the doorway I am pushed; that edge I love the masculine boss violence not shown no hate unleashed or anger piercing stare I swear the heat extracted burns hot, as a blacksmiths iron soft,...
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Street corners
sounds of revelry spatters the night split skirts ride high on corners trading skin for money eyes of youth through windows stare to lie on backs open legs - knees bent MISCHIEF ~ but never kiss the...
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Breath
I dream of the day we first hugged, my arms around you holding tight; never letting go for a million years Oh how I loved you THIS much I remember the flower that you picked a yellow daisy from the...
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Angel
draped the angel sleeps the cold of stone not felt beneath surround her not with pity she no longer feels her pain blind to acts of cruelty deaf to words of hate as on earth an angel once again do not...
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Tommy and Faye (Prose)
ocean coloured eyes, auburn curled hair nestling on her shoulders, stuck with him the restaurant, crushed napkin folded kept safe in his worn wallet her phone number scribbled in ink, bled from his...
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Say you love me (Prose)
as for words sometimes spoken that make us think why others speak them, take three syllables we long to hear, sealing anxious weeks or months after we ceased being a singular I the anticipation of who...
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Toffee ( A Shadorma)
I could feel Sweet mouth on my skin He nibbled I breathed in Whispers for more, he explored Lips met, toffee sweet ©jmtacken Feb 2014 Shadorma is a Spanish 6-line syllabic poem of 3/5/3/3/7/5...
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It’s infectious (Prose)
It’s infectious those with troubled pasts who can’t explain or talk it out the need to expel demons carried on backs, or those that are buried deep within hearts It’s infectious the mountain is there...
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