poetry – Page 2 – Jane Fox Art

.what I carry inside

It’s 6 o’clock on a Sunday And the rain comes pouring down The memories of what was and is Always seem to get me down I look beyond for a brand new hope But my mind plays tricks on me And when I think I’ve got it all figured out Reality kindly greets me OnceContinueContinue reading “.what I carry inside”

.the dancer

And so the story goes That she sang her way through life Wandering through the paths unknown With her head up in the clouds And when the sun sets… Her head is upon my chest Although her lips are moving She is just talking in her sleep But she is dancing in my dreams… SheContinueContinue reading “.the dancer”

.his lips were made for me

There he lay With his head upon my lap His chest rises and falls His eyes are closed His breath, the scent of honeydew He mumbles in his sleep… The love I feel, keeps me from looking away Running my fingers across his brow A tear comes to my eye The man I love IsContinueContinue reading “.his lips were made for me”

.your sigh

Here in this space Where no time exists Our bodies combined Tightly we twist Your chest rising and falling As mine leads the way Your brow dripping sweat While your eyes from mine never stray I’ve tasted nothing sweeter Than my name as you sigh it between my lips Your hands guiding the dance asContinueContinue reading “.your sigh”

.the flavor of you

You are my favorite flavor The way your love tastes Will you ever remember the feeling of my tight embrace? I crave you like a dying flower craves the warmth of the sun The scent of you lingers in my mind How close to reality As if you were really mine Every day without youContinueContinue reading “.the flavor of you”

.struggles

When I see people struggling through their battles I can’t contain my empathy well. I want to scoop them up and wash away their worries. I want to love and make those that I love feel loved and respected and cherished. I want them to know that although I can’t wash away their stresses thatContinueContinue reading “.struggles”

.tangled

In honor of world poetry day… I’m inclined to share my inner monologue. Tangled My soul quivers At the sound of his voice My body shivers At the touch of his skin Two souls combine Until the end of time Tangled together Never to come undone Everything inside of me Tells me he is theContinueContinue reading “.tangled”