poetry by janet kuypers
scars publications
high rollerI long to see you sitting againcigarette in hand walkman on the table
I want to be able to walk up behind you
I long to have my cheek near yours
our skin wouldnt touch
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this may soundI dont knowthis may sound silly but every night just before Im about to sleep I think of you and when I turn out the light and crawl into my empty bed a piece of me feels missing I dont know what it is but I feel a hole right about where my heart is when I have to lay there night after night all alone when I am with you I feel as if I am complete I feel as if nothing in the world matters when youre holding my hand with your heart near me then I can sleep and then I fall into my empty bed and I feel the hole again burning through my heart and I wish I didnt feel so alone and I wish the hole would just go away
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the finest feelingDrench mein the finest furs surround me in the rarest silks of the Orient. Rest me in the clouds. I dont care. I still contend that the finest feeling is laying with my head on your shoulder
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how could i not love youIn hysterics, we danced as wecrashed the Chinese New Years Ball. You taught me how to waltz. Blushing, I listened to your best friend ask me if you were opening up sexually. I told him there was no problem. I remember when we filled the prophecy of your horoscope by sharing champagne at the fireplace at the end of the week. We even toasted marshmallows. Nervous, I stood in the amphitheater and serenaded you. Im sure I sang off key, but you said you loved my voice. You gave me a long-stemmed rose when you made me dinner, when we went downtown, when you came back from church. I kept those roses. Teeth chattering, we sat on a tire and kissed at the playground at midnight. It was bitter cold, but I didnt care. The thought of you puts a sparkle in my eye and I cant help but smile whenever I see you. How could I not love you?
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love poemYou are the air I breathe.you enwrap me you consume me your words your eyes tear through me Life is not I, but we.
I want you here tonight.
I cant wait for the time
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i see the sceneEvery once in a whileI see the same scene again: I lay in the bed the field of daffodils with you draped over me folding over me conforming to my body like a rustling curtain rippling in the breeze from an open window. I do not sleep. I couldnt, I would never want to. Our contours interlock, our limbs intertwine. Your breath rolls down my stomach like the breeze that brought you to me. I take your hand, and although you sleep you seem to hold me with all the intensity you possess. And with each beat of your heart, with your heat, comes the cool night air in the wind caressing me until the light from the morning sun awakens our silhouette.
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touchthe lusther lips quiver anxiously she wants desperately the craving the longing the yearning is no longer contained His eyes fixed in a trance-like gaze the erotic fantasies the passion the obsession his burning torrid appetite is released Her heart quickens as her breath becomes a pant sensual sexual she is ravenous with need His hand moves his anticipation climaxes salacious lecherous his muscles tense with excitement the cyprian lurid desires the heat the fire they cannot hold back he touches her
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desirousthe light from youthe flames leap up licking my lips touching my skin the fire moving in its desirous dance the smoke intoxicates me as the remnants from the desirous inferno drum a rhythmic beat and crackle as they burn the ashes fall sprinkling tickling my face sliding down my throat coating my lungs making every breath a desirous pant I chain myself my body falls limp I am entwined with the desirous world the desire from you
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johnat the other side of the roomI look through the cigarette smoke the roar of conversation and the dim lights I look at his face but I no longer see John I have dreamt and envisioned a God-like figure I have imagines his sensitivity and his thoughtfulness I have felt his hands caress my skin his lips meet mine he has held me one thousand times and protected me I have rehearsed our moments together in my mind the moments I have created the candlelight dinners the dancing the loving while never knowing him more than across a crowded room the music blares as I look over my shoulder between the empty faces and see his image laughing smiling conversing with friends my eyes flare with envy I wonder why he is not with me but I know
the face across the room
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youre with meI sit in a chairin a lonely corridor
Im all alone Youre in my thoughts
I see your face
I hear your voice Youre in my mind
Im all alone
for even when Youre with me
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i listenIt always seems when were togetheryou ramble on and on and I just sit and listen. Youve often asked my why I dont talk as much, or why I bother to listen to you. I want to tell you why.
I like to hear your voice.
Besides,
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tall manI can feel your presence across the rooma movement a stir your long shadow stretches across the walls
an occasional glance
a stranger
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there i sitthere I sit
I sit alone
I pull out
defining
I feverishly
I stare
so I will draw
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writing your nameI sat therein the shade I took a stick I wrote your name in the ground preacher says the #1 sin is lust then I am condemned to Hell for I want you and I dont care what preacher says for if the elements wash away your name tonight I will be back tomorrow to write it again
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they called it trustDo you remember whenit was 1:30 a.m. one rainy night and you asked me what I wanted to do? I told you that I wanted to take a bottle of champagne, climb on to the roof of your house and toast in the pouring rain.
You asked me why I said that.
And that is why I trusted you
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motorcycleyou scared me. but i liked it.i remember sitting behind you on your motorcycle. i think my fingers shook as i held your waist. and i remember looking at my head on your shoulder in the rear-view mirror. and i smiled, because it was your shoulder. as i felt more comfortable with you, i moved my head closer to your neck, smelled your cologne, felt the warmth radiate from your skin.
you scared me. i clenched
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having children one day
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seven miles
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soybeans
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how a woman falls in love
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