How would you act, 

if you knew that

you held, 

my heart 

in your (all 

too careless)



                             (Steady Baby, )–I

                                   would guard it





To You, From Love…

Hey!…I’m waiting for B_____, (and reading your texts). I’m waiting, impatiently for the moment I see you. I just wanna hold you and kiss you, until all the anxiety, the imagined negativity, (the monstrous, looming, typical humanity), leaves me and  my body becomes yours again…(unconditionally). Until then…xo. Jennifer.


[A text message sent, to “the one”, some weeks ago.]




I was never molded;
Carved or formed to
serve you. I
observe you. But, I
couldn’t resist the urge
to try and feel you
(up) and out. (Searching
for lustful ignition). In
the wake of no one
and nothing, I’ve had
both admiring eyes
set upon you.
I am not limited to my
own brand
of deviations: (im)moral-
incantations. And though
satisfaction evades me.Through

a plague of impossibility.
I endure, (just to spite…).
With mere (in)consistencies ,
I am swimming, in
my individual-(really,
very personal)-severed
pool of sin.
And this is what drives me.
Makes me savor, (to
the very last drop)- holding
my tongue out, in the
downpour of
my bad behavior.

(It didn’t take long),
surface compatibility. It’s
red hot, entwined-excitability.
I know how this will end.
(My stubborn German,
proceeds me). I don’t do
statistics, predictions, or
I would rather
ride you out,
to the ends of the earth,
(sweet baby). I really think
your starting to

(I would devour you,
If I could only feel you)…

Good Morning, My Love….


It’s so nice to see
when I open my (tired) eyes.
I’ve loved you for
(too long), enduring
lust-without the
majesty, the
personal invitation to the
heart of your
personality-I was beginning
to doubt,
the presence of
the quintessential quality,
so edible, (befriendable),
(so really ‘non-negotiable’).

(real); you just can’t fake
it, sell it, (damn)
don’t try
to memorize it, cheat.
Don’t stigmatize it, please-
(it hurts)-I know you feel
my pain, (my man)
you understand,
how much I need it…..
(We don’t even speak of it)-
So, I (in my place), happy, anxious;
You, still timely, reassuring-
bitter, dark suspicion
(come, but)
Your last minute saves,
have always,
nurtured me (to)

For infinity,

(I know you know)
the real Me-
I abhor those ugly,
spurious parts, within
Recent (undeniable);
(yet truly)
precedented, detriments
of jealousy…..

Good morning, my love…