by Jeph Johnson


It is nearly magic how her eyes smile when she moves;

Casting glances from inside, though happenstance can fool

While past me floats her visage to galvanize this poem

She puts my words in play despite hinting at unknown

And light surrounds her smile, fantastic and unique

It's intermittent glow's enough to really stimulate

Though my appetite is growing and my hunger rests on air

In her pillow of flirtation I sleep through this affair

Author's Notes/Comments: 

2001, 2017


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Now that you're gone, all things are about you

I walk the seashore, your feet squish the sand

The seagulls are cackling above me with laughter

I toss them the bread that I hold in your hand

I squint in harsh sunlight and pull out dark glasses

I balance them sure on the bridge of your nose

The fiddlers are dancing, they scurry right past me

They dodge and they weave when you wiggle your toes

I taste the salt spraying of waves that come crashing

In closing my eyes, I am kissing your lips

I smell in the breezes the sea so enchanting

But nothing so like your perfumed fingertips

Two lovers approaching are holding our hands

If only they knew what is rubbing me wrong

I pick up a seashell and listen intently

And all that I hear is your favorite song

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Using a sensory rich venue (the beach), I wanted to incorporate all 5 senses in relating the obsession of love lost.  

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is it love?

is it love

if i can not breathe

or think or feel

without knowing he exists?

is it love

if i can not remember

the last time i felt human

without him being in the memory?

is it love

if i can not imagine

living if his presence

takes no place in my life?

is it love

if i sit outside his home

in a parked car with my binoculars

and camera, watching his every move?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i feel silly.
hope you enjoyed it.
hope it scared the hell out of adam....

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