Wednesday, February 28, 2007

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 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 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

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 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 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 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.

Copyright JANEisnotplain 3.04