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by

Jazzy

I want to be your friend, as we walk hand in hand,
your strength enveloping mine.

Autumn leaves falling,
Scuffing feet and laughter,
Sharing nights, not finished by the dark.

I want to be your confidant, as you speak
your deepest thoughts.
Open up your heart and finally break free.

Your secrets, Iíll keep as if my own.
I want to smile as you smile, and
laugh with you, at nothing at all.

I want to be your lover, and find the passions
that move you to action.

I want to be the softness
That induces you to trust.

I want to be the love that makes you come back for more.
I want to please you.

I want to share your breakfast, and your dinner,
I want you in my arms, and in my bed
Bring your morning coffee

I want to feel your arms around me
Feel the power of your affection
Taste your lips
Fill your every desire

No it is no secret
To put it very simply,
I want you for always.

But I understand that this can never be
And I am grateful for every moment that I have with you
My love for you goes far beyond anything I have ever felt
Or will ever feel again.

And I just wanted you to know.


Untitled

by

Jazzy

It has been awhile since I've seen you
but I remember you
as if it were yesterday.

And now I am hiding in the shadows of my mind
Remembering, as the days slowly drift by me.
Reliving moments, that maybe I should have forgotten long ago.

I read your letters, and cherish every word
as I recapture the feelings of days passed.

I take a deep, painful breath,
because, staring back at me from the scattered pages
are black and white visions of a now distant heart.

I now know that the words that once sang to my spirit are silent.
I canít help but wonder why.

Your voice and touch
once created a warmth
from within me.

My thoughts now travel into
the depth of your soul.
It was there that I once felt at home
and where I wanted to stay.
You moved me.

Your passion touched me
In ways I had not felt before.
And now I can only dream
Of lying in your arms
where the world seemed to stop
and only you and I existed.

These memories of you still seem to ignite
the deep - passion and desire within me
just like it was yesterday.

But today I yearn for an understanding, as to why you walked away,
leaving my with only the memories of what was.
And longing for what could have been.