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Alexander Jackson Poem
I breathe you in
The smell of your hair
The taste of you skin.
The promise of your body
The you that is part me
Laid out on sheets
Whiter than your skin.
Spread out across hope
Bluer than the sky
These things never leave me
They haunt me these days
When you are gone
As I watch you drift
The constant ache of absence
Relieved when I see you again
In spite the No Man's Land
That lays between us,
Probably, I'll close my eyes
And try to cross again
But, these days
I go about my business
I say my prayers
Eat when I'm hungry
Sleep when I'm tired
And am duly cut in two
One half here, walking around
The other
Laid out on sheets,
Shorn thin
Spread out across hope
That is as blue
As your eyes
And
as
Warm as your skin
Copyright © Alexander Jackson | Year Posted 2016
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Alexander Jackson Poem
I know you, I tell myself:
The turn of your jaw
The slope of your back
Pressed against my frame
Hip curved and peach round
Turned around your skin
Is like your skin so
Coconut white, I
Lick teeth at the thought…
Though words, much like knowing
Cannot but fall short of
Animal stillness, of
The spaces in-between
The anticipation
And heartbeat and pulse,
The sparest pause in which
I cannot stand to wait
Another second…
Ramrod straight: a pull that axes through me
Like a loved one lost, returned in a dream
Is the sweet water breath of your breath.
I know you, I said it:
Your eyes are like your eyes
As familiar and strange
As the pounding of surf
On a beach off Rio
With a sky so close and low,
So omnipresent that
It could
only
be
Un
Real.
Copyright © Alexander Jackson | Year Posted 2016
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