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Poems by Jeremy C Kester
Bathed in heat, she beckons me. And I come for her, drenched in sweat. Tasting her salt on my tongue, Our bodies intertwined as the day moves on. She speaks to me in song, Of birds moving across the sky/ In breezes through green leaves rustle, I hear her whispers. As the sun rises, she …
I can say something, About the way the light dances, upon the pedals of the roses in the evening light. The way your face echoes to me, Like sound coming back over the ridge. Is there a way I can contain myself? Is there a way I can see life in death? Nothing but …
If I speak first and break the silence Will she run from me like the rest? Or stay to the bitterness of knowing What I truly am What I may become Failing to understand how to break free A prison of unknowing and doubt If only but to understand it To understand why the walls …
The sandpaper feel of my heart against my chest, Your eyes stare at me, And no one else is in the room. I miss those feelings wandering inside of me. Those feelings of possible love and lust. For me those eyes stole my life away from me, Now if I had only had the strength …
Birds sing solemnly, As world winds blow, My heart drops in sadness, While myself leave ones once loved. Smiles of joy seen little more, For sleepy eyes notice none. Feelings collide in thoughtful notions. A collision of love and pain. People feel and act on nothing, But a bird flies overhead. Its love is peaceful …
