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Ache

Poem By Jennifer Jenkins

stumbling through
nights
of hope
waiting on the stars

I reached
for the breeze where
minstrels tease
and whisper nothings
sweet
while I made love
to impulsive winds
with prickled skin

the same
fickle pigeons
scattered
when a branch
cracked the glass
around my gin
and I slipped on
a dream

the sky belched
breathed its cold
through the holes
of your shirt

and I fell.





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Wow! after wading through the swamp of so much bad poetry (in P.Hunter) was I very pleasantly surprised to read this one! Very Nice Craig S
What a wonderful piece, Jennifer! Great use of imagry!


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