So Just Kiss Me- poem by jewel

So just just kiss me and let my hair
messy itself in your fingers

tell me nothing needs to be done-
no clocks need winding

there is no bell without a voice
needing to borrow my own

instead, let me steady myself
in the arms

of a man who won;t ask me to be
what he needs, but let me exist

as i am

a blonde flame
a burricane

wrapped up
in a tiny body

that will come to his arms
like the safest harbour

for mending

i *heart* this poem SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH!!!!!!!!! sOOOO pretty words!! *cuddles* hehe.. if anyone writes something like that for me i will shriek and go crazy.. haha.. i might buy this jewel book. i can relate to her poems.. robert frost and walt wiltman is kinda goood.. but isnt modern enough to make me react immediately.. and sometimes it just makes me sleep.. hahaa.. had a niceeeeeeee day today.. walk to the library and walking around for like 6 hours!! refreshing.. i needed that. and the weather is pretty too.. and even better that its dark and rainy.. for me to read pretty poetry.. *contented sigh* i love jewel. :) maybe i get to publish a book like that too.. haha.. IF i do learn to write pretty poetry.. dododoo...

Bleary eyed.. SOO romantic..

Bleary eyed
and sleepy still
i unwrapped you
of the morning
like careful fruit
with forbidden flesh
made sweeter by the scorning

My hands still shaky
from kisses sweet
and the dark hours
of night's embrace
i checked to see
if fastened vines
my heart had left
in silv'ry trace

While you slept
i looked inside your chest
to see what there
was growing
i saw my heart
with quiet eyes
to your side it self
was gently sewing

i saw my heart
with quiet eyes
to your side it self
was gently sewing

The Bony Ribs of Adam.. i like this alot too.. so sad

I left the bony ribs of Adam
for the fruit
of my own personal desire

Its scent still heavy
upon my flesh
my absence still
thorn
to his side

But now how my belly
holllows and aches
craving seed
carving kisses
ut outside the road hisses

and i find myself
packing girlishness
in an old leather bag

love stepping lightly
away from the door