Creative Desires

Poems, and intriguing thoughts written by: janemaison

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Metzger

Spliced in half natures morsel,

I’m wrapped in butcher paper,

Spoiling in the daystar.

Flies stitch hymns into my seams,

their silver bodies humming

over what’s been left unnamed.

The sun does not forgive,

it only leans closer,

a slow, deliberate witness.

I was whole once—

veins singing under skin,

pulse arguing with time—

but now I soften into silence,

a quiet surrender of edges,

a sweetness turning strange.

JM—

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Orchard

The air hums—charged—

and my gaze rises without asking.

Your gaze grazes mine, then gone—

returned to the apple in hand.

Your lips part wide—

and the quiet snap of its skin

breaks something open.

Time stirs again—

a clock somewhere resumes its counting,

and my heart, obedient, follows its

lead.

Still, I linger—

caught on the thought of sweetness

left behind,

of the taste clinging faintly to your lips.

And there—

low, quiet, undeniable—

a warmth begins to gather.

_JM_

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Sun bathing

Spliced in half natures morsel,

I’m wrapped in butcher paper,

Spoiling in the daystar.

Flies stitch hymns into my seams,

their silver bodies humming

over what’s been left unnamed.

The sun does not forgive,

it only leans closer,

a slow, deliberate witness.

I was whole once—

veins singing under skin,

pulse arguing with time—

Warm and beating—

but now I soften into silence,

a quiet surrender of edges,

a sweetness turning strange.

__JM

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Natures Masterpiece

It’s spring again—

and the blossoms don’t hesitate.

Petals fall like they know something

we don’t say out loud.

You in pink light,

me in the quiet white—

and suddenly

we make sense.

The trees lean closer.

The air softens.

Something opens—

not in the branches,

but between us.

Stay here,

just long enough

for the world to forget us.

I think

this is what blooming feels like.

_JM

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“I poured into you the way milk does into coffee. In the beginning, I skimmed the surface, but as you let me in, I found myself unable to resist mixing into you.”

— Nicholas Browne  (via procastiwriters)

I adore this

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I will always look for you across the room, my gaze will forever find you, the embodiment of stoic and reticent, captivating. There's no clear explanation for the way you drew me in; it's as though you possessed a gravitational pull, an irresistible force I could never escape. You are both strength and gentleness, a perfect complement to the intricate, textured layers of my soul. You've unfurled me like a flower touched by the gentle rain of a Sunday morning, and now, every thought I have seems to brush against some part of you, making it impossible to move through life without you.

_JM_

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Euphoria Cries

In our garden, where pleasures bloom, 

Whispers soft, 'neath sunlit haze,

Entwined in limbs, a gentle daze.

Where fragrant tendrils gently curl,

Two souls entwine, in tantric swirl.

Amidst the smoke, a symphony of touch and sighs,

Sensations dance, in rhythmic advance.

In hues of jade, a fragrant whisper fills the air,

Through silken beams, weave gleaming rays.

Senses of the apex heighten, hearts align,

A union pure, where ecstasy lies.

_JM

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Natures Masterpiece

It’s spring again—

and the blossoms don’t hesitate.

Petals fall like they know something

we don’t say out loud.

You in pink light,

me in the quiet white—

and suddenly

we make sense.

The trees lean closer.

The air softens.

Something opens—

not in the branches,

but between us.

Stay here,

just long enough

for the world to forget us.

I think

this is what blooming feels like.

_JM

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Pearls u love

I got accustomed to us; we were two nestled pearls in a shell, our paired existence is my essence. I am muddied from tarnished water splashing in, and I am longing to be strung together once again. An earlet for each side, just you and I.

_JM

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Two Winter Sprites

A winters chill, skin cooling with the breeze of lips,

A pair entwine, sipping more muddled wine,

Barren and warm, in front of the vine.

Tendrilled berries, a crimson delight,

As passion blooms, frosted rows steam,

They stay warm, throughout the nymph of night.

_JM

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A Looking Glass

hiding beneath glass,

she’s sharp and slivered,

many pieces to pluck,

but none are dull enough to grasp.

the shards are reflective,

her pain,

doesn't even recognize herself.

_JM

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Lustfully green

unfurling for you,

limbs begin to relax,

blood coursing,

veins are swelling,

I’m turning transparent,

light-headed as a leaf,

fingerling roots gripping soil,

a budding flower,

opening to a repetitive salivating dew,

I open for you,

I stretch to the sun,

and I bloom for you.

_JM

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Sunflower

The color that shines summer,

A friendly bee,

A suckle of you,

Dowse me in water,

I’ll grow tall just for you,

Take a picture with me,

Stare at me,

And when I wilt at the end of summer,

Harvest my seeds,

I’ll grow again for you next year,

And I’ll be even taller.

_JM

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Hummingbirds-

I want beaming headlights against onyx, balmy air, and bugs so furiously swarming that they leave a speckled view. I want no where to escape. I want to be confined with you. Maybe then we’d gush more of ourselves harmoniously. I want to test the durability of the water resistant threaded seats, and if an incidental press of a horn would silence the humming of the rapid wings to our engorging hearts. Let’s pull the seat buckles until they lock just tight enough. I want to make handprints all over the fogging panes and finger paint you note for a rainy day. I want to remember that serenaded curve of the dusty road that made me light headed.

_JM

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Blackberries

Waiting to be bitten,

Plump but not quite bursting ,

Swollen by vitamin D,

Roots gripping into soil,

Each augmenting moment ascending higher to the sun,

A breath of air tickles its vines,

Releasing a sweet suckling fruit,

An interweave between dopamine,

But vast with antioxidants,

Found rejuvenation to ones incarnation.

_JM

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Dessert

Here we were all sick over sweets, and drunk on dessert wine, and she was fine. He’d engulfed her taste with a bite she’d keep on eating. Together they’d keep on devouring.

_JM

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An Herb

Oh beautiful her, you are an ache in my belly,

I had day dreamt about you,

What you look like,

What kind family are we,

When can you be more than a figment of my imagination?

Acts to create are fun,

But that ache in my belly is growing so empty.

The clock is about to strike,

A new time zone.

Hold my face,

Look into my deep tell me eyes,

Water me,

Sprinkle me with a seed, an herb I’d call Sage.

-JM