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Jeanie Benson

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Introducing Me...

by

Jeanie Benson

Introducing myself.....

She will bear my face.
If you
have
anything
to say
to me
tell
her.


for the wanting...

by

Jeanie Benson



Green eyes evoked me. Recognised and
provoked me. I saw them - they did it! Gazed
with gravity deep into mine. Captured and
capitulating... I open my soul.

Desire streaks through me. Tenderness
surrounds me. Under the bandages... I
hear my heart beating.

Green eyes can see me. Feels my faint
quiver. My neglected libido sobs with the
wanting. Ravaged and wracked I am weak
with emotion.

Green eyes come free me. Come woo, seduce
and feed me. I want it, I need it. Use your
eyes to lead me. Play with me, blend with
me. Enjoy our perfect yielding.

Fate needs no defence. Could not care
less. Keep your Morals, Ideals and
Reason. Hold on, Iím coming... Coming
onto green eyes.


I Grow Old and Weary Waiting

by

Jeanie Benson

Cold blue eyes and a slight hint of warmth
You have seen my soul
We have met on the orbic plane

Four eyeballs, two gazes, and one moment
Noah never had it so organised on the ark.

If I should know you, so completely
why -
do you touch my life so fleetingly?

That night I was young and had much growing
yet surely you must be young too!

we are, I feel - a pair
and in time for the final run of the great old boat
the very last stop at a far away port
we come creaking aboard with our walking frames


Untitled

by

Jeanie Benson

In a search of Oggies
I found an echo

Can I keep you?


Five minutes for you and only you.

by

Jeanie Benson

do you mind?
do you mind, me?
Youíre often overlooked. Sometimes
ignored, or, sometimes not noticed.

but on those wet, rainy afternoons - as streetlamps
strike the glistening unyielding pavement,
itís the thought of your love that
pulls me.
warm brown gaze pulling me through the early night.

Night Sleeps

by

Jeanie Benson


If some stupid card corporate wrote this___

Its late Thursday night
I lie rigid, tight.
You sleep stiff, angry
Away to my right.

Friday night passes, indifference
Morning till night.
You wake me, whisper
With a kiss.
"Its OK. I love you"
Limbs melt, loving you is
__.bliss!

But instead, I feel angles, sharp corners and wash away the syrup.

Yes its true two nights passed.
our thoughts far apart.
My imaginary self shrilly sought
the company of imagined, other.
Perfect mind, perfect words, perfect in all.
On those nights I lay alone wrapped tight
in an empty embrace.

Yes it true that you woke me.
whispered "I love you".
Your gentle arms round me
chasing away cold, cloudy perfection.
For one more hour and on into the night.
we faced, breathing the same oxygen, exhaling love molecules.
Now together, faces touching, bodies clinging with each tiny atom.

But two nights later.
We lie back in the familiar question mark hug.
not facing or holding.
When my mind thinks out of habit
perfection, hovers, then peers closer
Instead, its you!

the orphan

by

Jeanie Benson

Never gave nothin
Never got nothin
Never asked for nothin
Never refused nothin
I am the nothin, the orphan the lost

Its 40 years gone by
The childrens still playin
Romantic boyhood friendships, now men and friends.
Never thinkin of the nothin, the orphan or the lost.

Fishin trips at sunset
Caps pulled down over faces dark and jowled
Deep voices ringing boldy as owners through the night.
Never rememberin the nothin, the orphan or the lost.

the orphan

by

Jeanie Benson

Never gave nothin
Never got nothin
Never asked for nothin
Never refused nothin
I am the nothin, the orphan the lost

Its 40 years gone by
The childrens still playin
Romantic boyhood friendships, now men and friends.
Never thinkin of the nothin, the orphan or the lost.

Fishin trips at sunset
Caps pulled down over faces dark and jowled
Deep voices ringing boldy as owners through the night.
Never rememberin the nothin, the orphan or the lost.

August 08

wedding bell wishes

by

Jeanie Benson

It was old, it was new, it was so borrowed and it was so making me blue!
Wedding bells deafened and left us all mute
Silently, we all wished the newlyweds safely wed!
We waited we wanted the silence their absence left