jessidear

Today I wanted to buy flowers for you... but I didn't, because you haven’t showed up yet. I've been asking around for awhile: Have you seen her? She’s.. well she... she isn’t... well she's the one I'm supposed to meet. I keep grabbing at the wrong arms, thinking maybe I saw the right smile... but it's the same folks that have taught me that no, they aren't her. I keep a rose next to my elbow at the tea house, while I read the latest historical fiction. You're going to peer over it one of these days and smile, the rose already at your nose. And I'll know. What are your eyes going to be colored as? Will they follow the code of

My wings, newly set, eager strayed separately, desperately, wanting flight. Flapping frustrated, wanting to feel wind against them Then you, lavender faerie, pressed against my back, wrapping ivory arms about my neck, pointed heavenward and whispered "toward home" Clumsy wings suddenly came together knowing what they were made for, and in fantasy, took to air. Laughing, smiling, I tasted the bluest fruit from the brightest planets, fresh and delightful from your fingertips Purple stained hands combing through my hair and my heart, as my wings, fluttered and raced through the night sky Purple stained lips pressed against my o

Damn my hands. They are always the first things to freeze up on me. Because it's so damn cold up here, I think as another shiver goes down my spine. Even under blankets near a blazing fire, with hot honeyed tea in my hands, I cant seem to keep the cold out. I would resort to wearing gloves, but then my sketches and writings would become smeared and I would have a whole 'nother problem to complain about. I came up to the family cabin, of course, to get away from humanity. People were pissing me off, or I was pissing off people, and my art was suffering from long days of work and exhaustion. Running away up to Shaver Lake, enjoying the silenc

I like my men tall, Like mountians. Strong and steady: Rock of Ages Their beauty found In scars, laughter, and tears Tempered by heat, wind, and rain So if I desire With rope or chain or bare hands To climb up chisled passage ways Of knee, thigh, and ribs To find shade under neck and hair Or curl up in the crease Of high breasts And doze when passions spent I need only look up and smile. Yet sad to say such mountians are rare Mostly rolling hills, one not unlike the other. Their view mostly unchanging and too far from the sea. But how my heart longs for breathtaking landscapes! To be held against such splendor And fin

Prophets and Apostles, Oracles and Omens  have said: Love will be what saves us It will sanctify  and purify Redeem  and wash away  dead flesh,    bringing about renewal  to the soul For your Love, I would give my salvation Your Kiss, the only cure Searing Beauty Of Siren's Song  suspends sleep  awakens resting mind    opens deaf ears    and blind eyes To the majesty of life and the need to seize it with outstretched hands Your Love has been my salvation Your Kiss has been my cure No longer will I be satisfied  of burnt offerings  or promises No longer will my heart  desire ash  instea

The soft murmur, the touch of a brow A laugh of memories shared is not for me A sweeping pose, Gent and his Dame A kiss, to remember: it's not for me. I could wish on stars, howl at the moon Be loyal and strong, steadfast and cool But all I can offer, mere rock can do Yet m'lady stays safe, unaware of what's true A gargoyle hunched, a stone beast unchanged All that is felt, I could never betray. Because it's not for me.

I miss you, love When the nights are long And sleep unknown Theres a longing For things gone Warm arms to hold me Hot breath to entice me But, all in all, It's the love that I miss While you're away I'm tired of dreaming, though Which is why I lie awake There's something in me That wants to believe You'll just appear And be here With warm arms to hold me Hot breath to entice me. So the love that I have missed Would be here To stay