DEAR R PROJECT: I WANT

i want

dear r,

i want to lick the sunshine from your arms
while drinking a glass of sun with
artificial sweetener swirls
inside of my mixing emotions

i want to smile the way you do
with tints of golden yellow daisy petals
that water glide on belief, love, hope, serenity
and stick to reflections of eye

i want to walk in dry sandals
when the earth rotates its tears
skipping over the details and heading straight
to hopscotch drawings of chalk hearts

but i falter with every other step
forgetting how to tie my shoelaces
tripping on sidewalks covered in thorns
each cut bleeding me one more step
closer to illumination?


copyright JANEisnotplain 4.07


on discussing rhonda byrne's THE SECRET

DEAR R PROJECT: 1.22.07

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

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 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 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

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 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