~Jenuine
I’m sitting here
lights down low
candles all a glow
my stomach is churning
I’m about to go on stage
but not quite yet
it is the before
music is playing
and all I can think about is how much
I want to hold your hand
I wish you were here
These moments that are mine
only mine
I want to share with you
these secrets
stories
sorrows
and songs are mine
have only been mine
but I want to share them
I desire you
not because I need you
I can change my own tires
plunge my own toilet
replace that headlight
walk myself home
pick myself up
but I want you
I want you
to dirty your hands with life along with me
to inspire me and be inspired by me
to walk beside me headlong into the storm, together
to offer your safe hand when I’ve lost my ground
to say goodnight on the same side of the door
I desire you
not because I am anything less than
whole without you
but because
I long for you
I ache for you
I crave you
Body and soul
I want you out of this mirage
and into this life with me
tangible
~Jenuine
I’m so tired of chasing moonbeams
‘cause in the end
that’s all it ever seems
to be–
some captivating, ethereal,
yet utterly intangible,
thing
I long
to taste
to smell
to hear
to feel
to see
to know…
I grasp and grasp
yet my fingers capture
nothing
still always aching
to touch
to hold
to embrace
to feel
to know…
I strain and strain
yet my ears capture
nothing
still always aching
to hear
to listen
to take in
to absorb
to know…
I search and search
yet my eyes capture
nothing
still always aching
to see
to witness
to find
to recognize
to know…
I crave and crave
yet my heart captures
nothing
still always aching
to love
to hope
to live
to dream
to know,
You
~Makisha Lawrence
An elegant hand beckons to her
She looks up
Gazes into confident eyes
A glint of arrogance lines Its smile
A sigh of desire and regret sing from her chest
Takes Its hand
She and Envy sway to music only they can hear
They rock in sync
Warm breath on neck and ear
Beautiful lies whispered
She lets It lead
Glides through time with teeth bared in false smile
A gentle touch at the base of her spine
Thirsty shivers of desire and disappointment
Music swells
Heart flutters
Hope without joy
She dances to its melody
Spirit pants fatigued
Howling for rest
She gracefully declines another dance
~Jenuine
i catch a glimpse of you in that look he gave me
i search his eyes longing to find you there
i can almost sense your touch in that deep embrace
i want to get lost in his arms; let myself melt into him
i can almost feel your heart beating through his chest
and onto mine
my heart beats out its Morse code…searching for your reply
i am almost intoxicated by his scent—soap, deodorant, heat
i want to breath in deep, to fill myself with you
but he is not you
and so i hold myself back
i break the gaze
i push out of his arms
i step back
i exhale
i wait.
and i crave.
i crave the touch of your face against mine
the feel of my fingers through your hair
the warmth of your breath on my ear
the strength of your arms around me
the electricity of your hand in mine
the thrill of your body close to mine
the warmth of your skin as it brushes mine
the comfort of your chest against me
the softness of your lips on mine
the taste of your skin under my tongue
the ecstasy of us moving as one