dear r,
i want to graph so precisely
the topography of every word that
pours from your sleepy eyes
all the curves, dips, peaks that
form the geography of everything
you were, are, and plan to be
love,
copyright JANEisnotplain 1.22.07
dear r,
behind every friday/saturday nite
there is me waiting for you and
you waiting for me and us waiting
for {sun}day to hurry and take over
so that waiting turns into
seeing, smelling, tasting, feeling
and into wishing {sun}day would
stay longer
love,
copyright JANEisnotplain 1.22.07
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
DEAR R PROJECT: 1.20.06
1.20.07
dear r,
when you laugh your eyes turn into
two commas that demand pauses
from my four chambers that
feed every vein, artery, capillary that
travels through my chest, arm, wrist and
diffuses into your wrist arm, chest until
everything zooms back in a rush
to my head so fast that i feel
faint in the eyes of love
love,
copyright JANEisnotplain 1.20.07
dear r,
when you laugh your eyes turn into
two commas that demand pauses
from my four chambers that
feed every vein, artery, capillary that
travels through my chest, arm, wrist and
diffuses into your wrist arm, chest until
everything zooms back in a rush
to my head so fast that i feel
faint in the eyes of love
love,
copyright JANEisnotplain 1.20.07
DEAR R PROJECT: 12.24.06
12.24.06
dear r,
i found between the sheets./ an emotion so deep. /uncovered. / drawn out like a prize winning sketch./ with perfectly sculpted hands./ holding back years worth of doubt. / this barrier unknowingly broken. /and as the pieces fell to the floor. /. /. i moaned
dear r,
i found between the sheets./ an emotion so deep. /uncovered. / drawn out like a prize winning sketch./ with perfectly sculpted hands./ holding back years worth of doubt. / this barrier unknowingly broken. /and as the pieces fell to the floor. /. /. i moaned
DEAR R PROJECT: UNTITILED 12.17.06
dear r,
the hardest phrases use the shortest words.
they tie up my tongue with such delicately strong fingers
that it doesn’t even hurt when i speak.
and i am just a jumbled catastrophe,
warbling like a bird. you should just leave me
right where i stand with the sun on my shoulder
like the warmth of embarrassment
and all because i would like to say
i love you.
copyright JANEisnotplain 12.17.06
the hardest phrases use the shortest words.
they tie up my tongue with such delicately strong fingers
that it doesn’t even hurt when i speak.
and i am just a jumbled catastrophe,
warbling like a bird. you should just leave me
right where i stand with the sun on my shoulder
like the warmth of embarrassment
and all because i would like to say
i love you.
copyright JANEisnotplain 12.17.06
DEAR R PROJECT: SOLID
solid
dear r,
sometimes i see you when i’m not even looking.
sometimes i imagine i am wearing you in my running shoes
and we are kissing the pavement together
because we have landed on solid ground.
copyright JANEisnotplain ’12.06
dear r,
sometimes i see you when i’m not even looking.
sometimes i imagine i am wearing you in my running shoes
and we are kissing the pavement together
because we have landed on solid ground.
copyright JANEisnotplain ’12.06
DEAR R PROJECT: I WANT YOU
i want you
dear r,
i want you
(to narrate)
[my waking]
i want you
(to narrate)
[my breaths]
i want you
(to narrate)
[my coffee]
i want you
(to narrate)
[my mornings]
i want you
(to narrate)
[my breakfast]
i want you
(to narrate)
[my laughs]
i want you
(to narrate)
[my shower]
i want you
(to narrate)
[my dressing]
i want you
(to narrate)
[my song]
i want you
(to narrate)
[my dreams]
i want you to-
i choose you to-
i choose you-
too.
copyright JANEisnotplain 11.06
dear r,
i want you
(to narrate)
[my waking]
i want you
(to narrate)
[my breaths]
i want you
(to narrate)
[my coffee]
i want you
(to narrate)
[my mornings]
i want you
(to narrate)
[my breakfast]
i want you
(to narrate)
[my laughs]
i want you
(to narrate)
[my shower]
i want you
(to narrate)
[my dressing]
i want you
(to narrate)
[my song]
i want you
(to narrate)
[my dreams]
i want you to-
i choose you to-
i choose you-
too.
copyright JANEisnotplain 11.06
DEAR R PROJECT: PARTS
PARTS
dear r,
you found me
the part of me
that i know little about
that can speak to you
the part of me
that you want
that seems to know who i am
the part of me
that will challenge who i was
that who that i will become
the part of me
that i can be proud of
that i want to be yours
that part of me
that
wants
you
love,
copyright JANEisnotplain 11.06
dear r,
you found me
the part of me
that i know little about
that can speak to you
the part of me
that you want
that seems to know who i am
the part of me
that will challenge who i was
that who that i will become
the part of me
that i can be proud of
that i want to be yours
that part of me
that
wants
you
love,
copyright JANEisnotplain 11.06
DEAR R PROJECT: STRAWBERRY KISSES FOR R
strawberry kisses for r
dear r,
i feel like there is a roadblock in my head
like the words are on the other side
but i can’t get close enough to see what they say
because of the blurry lights and bright sounds
but don’t worry sweetheart
the patience that i wear today
like my favorite old t-shirt that’s
worn at the neck line from repeated use
will keep us safe from the cold
i hope that the smile that
just got lost in the camera flash
was one of comfort and understanding
because the kiss that i’m about to offer
will taste like strawberry flavored water
love,
copyright JANEisnotplain 8/06
dear r,
i feel like there is a roadblock in my head
like the words are on the other side
but i can’t get close enough to see what they say
because of the blurry lights and bright sounds
but don’t worry sweetheart
the patience that i wear today
like my favorite old t-shirt that’s
worn at the neck line from repeated use
will keep us safe from the cold
i hope that the smile that
just got lost in the camera flash
was one of comfort and understanding
because the kiss that i’m about to offer
will taste like strawberry flavored water
love,
copyright JANEisnotplain 8/06
DEAR R PROJECT: 11.8.06
untitled 11.8.06
dear r,
kiss me. press your lips up against my wall.
hold my wrists. pin me. hold me.
tell me i’ll get what’s good for me.
and then look into my eyes.
and sing to me.
and kill me.
let me die.
but never let me go.
copyright JANEisnotplain 11/06
dear r,
kiss me. press your lips up against my wall.
hold my wrists. pin me. hold me.
tell me i’ll get what’s good for me.
and then look into my eyes.
and sing to me.
and kill me.
let me die.
but never let me go.
copyright JANEisnotplain 11/06
DEAR R PROJECT: SURPRISE
surprise
dear r,
i wasn’t always looking, you know
i didn’t always know the way
your hands would feel holding mine
i wasn’t always searching for your lips
i cant justify how i managed to find
what i didn’t even think could be real
i don’t how i knew that
it is your fingertips i need
like destiny against my skin
but even if i wasn’t looking,
and i know i wasn’t
i’m glad i found you
JANEisnotplain’06
dear r,
i wasn’t always looking, you know
i didn’t always know the way
your hands would feel holding mine
i wasn’t always searching for your lips
i cant justify how i managed to find
what i didn’t even think could be real
i don’t how i knew that
it is your fingertips i need
like destiny against my skin
but even if i wasn’t looking,
and i know i wasn’t
i’m glad i found you
JANEisnotplain’06
DEAR R PROJECT: UNTITLED 5.20.05
untitled 5/20/05
dear r,
this early morning
i showered with the light off
because it reminded me of you
loving me
you’re eating my soul, darling
and i’m taking polaroids of poetry
like a clumsy tourist
with front row seats
to my own fall
i love you
dear r,
this early morning
i showered with the light off
because it reminded me of you
loving me
you’re eating my soul, darling
and i’m taking polaroids of poetry
like a clumsy tourist
with front row seats
to my own fall
i love you
DEAR R PROJECT: UNTITLED 11.18.05
untitled 11.18.05
dear r,
we collide like butterflies on a roller coaster of chocolate goodness as
tipsy breaths tumble down windshields like smudge prints finger love
and you're so beautiful, so soft, so smooth like the inside of a magazine cover
i could listen under adoration infinite
i want to be intricate with you
so i'm on tip toes to be yours
copyright JANE’05
dear r,
we collide like butterflies on a roller coaster of chocolate goodness as
tipsy breaths tumble down windshields like smudge prints finger love
and you're so beautiful, so soft, so smooth like the inside of a magazine cover
i could listen under adoration infinite
i want to be intricate with you
so i'm on tip toes to be yours
copyright JANE’05
DEAR R PROJECT: I KNOW WHY
dear r,
i know why you stay(ed)
not because you want(ed) to
but because there is/was this tug
of words not said
and love that was never given
to people not noticed but starved
in the hands of those
who didn’t deserve it
gorging themselves on something
except your kisses which
should not have been wasted
on turned, blushing cheeks
you stay(ed) because
you ache(d) to know that
you are needed for
hands, thoughts, desires
slipping into hearts and feelings
and the want in the middle of the nite
for the push, the pull
beneath sheets, between legs
that tells you that
you are loved
and yes,
i stay because
i know you
i am in love with you
copyright JANEisnotplain 2005
i know why you stay(ed)
not because you want(ed) to
but because there is/was this tug
of words not said
and love that was never given
to people not noticed but starved
in the hands of those
who didn’t deserve it
gorging themselves on something
except your kisses which
should not have been wasted
on turned, blushing cheeks
you stay(ed) because
you ache(d) to know that
you are needed for
hands, thoughts, desires
slipping into hearts and feelings
and the want in the middle of the nite
for the push, the pull
beneath sheets, between legs
that tells you that
you are loved
and yes,
i stay because
i know you
i am in love with you
copyright JANEisnotplain 2005
DEAR R PROJECT: I'M SORRY
i’m sorry
dear r,
2 words. 7 letters.
a tagalong apostrophe
doesn’t really say much
it’s a design in stupidity
hindsight: 20/20
judgment: 20/60 at best
reality: 20 with really really good intentions
but now, past is past
by the time you receive this
yesterday will be yesterday
sitting here in the loud hum of regret.
copyright JANEisnotplain 2005
dear r,
2 words. 7 letters.
a tagalong apostrophe
doesn’t really say much
it’s a design in stupidity
hindsight: 20/20
judgment: 20/60 at best
reality: 20 with really really good intentions
but now, past is past
by the time you receive this
yesterday will be yesterday
sitting here in the loud hum of regret.
copyright JANEisnotplain 2005
DEAR R PROJECT: IT OCCURS TO ME
it occurs to me:
dear r,
i take your hand, just a finger
touch it to a slip of velvet
from your vulnerable bag
i listen for an audible whisper
the kiss and swish in the eardrum of your fingertip
i know i am right even before
the lines in your forehead release
and it occurs to me
i’ve won your presence, at least for a time
until probably you will grimace again
maybe desperate to unbend
a straight sheet of notebook paper
or unable to pull apart red lines
but for now its love
and it occurs to me
i’ve begun to believe in heaven-ly
lips i part placidly
perched and pursed in
perfect preface to paradise
exposing forgiveness by name
and it occurs to me
i love you
copy write JANEisnotplain 2004
dear r,
i take your hand, just a finger
touch it to a slip of velvet
from your vulnerable bag
i listen for an audible whisper
the kiss and swish in the eardrum of your fingertip
i know i am right even before
the lines in your forehead release
and it occurs to me
i’ve won your presence, at least for a time
until probably you will grimace again
maybe desperate to unbend
a straight sheet of notebook paper
or unable to pull apart red lines
but for now its love
and it occurs to me
i’ve begun to believe in heaven-ly
lips i part placidly
perched and pursed in
perfect preface to paradise
exposing forgiveness by name
and it occurs to me
i love you
copy write JANEisnotplain 2004
DEAR R PROJECT: SORRY
sorry
dear r,
i want to tell you i am sorry
not because i didn’t intend to
tell you these paper mache thoughts
in streaming sexual varicose voices
their rich palate creeping forward on lascivious tongue
its not that
this is not a poem
its not a foreplay of words
or the clever scheming of diagrammed verbs
this is to tell you that
i’m sometimes puerile and reckless
i’m sometimes careless in thought
but i could not disrespect intimate action
i am sorry
copyright JANEisnotplain 2004
dear r,
i want to tell you i am sorry
not because i didn’t intend to
tell you these paper mache thoughts
in streaming sexual varicose voices
their rich palate creeping forward on lascivious tongue
its not that
this is not a poem
its not a foreplay of words
or the clever scheming of diagrammed verbs
this is to tell you that
i’m sometimes puerile and reckless
i’m sometimes careless in thought
but i could not disrespect intimate action
i am sorry
copyright JANEisnotplain 2004
DEAR R PROJECT: THIS-
dear r,
this-
arrangement
this-
formation
this-
commitment
your –
agreement
your-
employment
your-
subjugation
his-
foundation
his-
governance
his-
involvement
our-
acquaintence
our-
attraction
our-
passion
this-
position
this-
appointment
this-
this really is too crowded.
this-
arrangement
this-
formation
this-
commitment
your –
agreement
your-
employment
your-
subjugation
his-
foundation
his-
governance
his-
involvement
our-
acquaintence
our-
attraction
our-
passion
this-
position
this-
appointment
this-
this really is too crowded.
Copyright JANEisnotplain 3.04
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