I tell ya what I'm gonna do.
I'm gonna take every love song I ever wrote for you
And go and sing em
For the world,
And seduce everyone,
A thousand lovers under the sun,
Like breakfast every day,
And I'll never even say,
"What's your name?"
Or "what's your sign?"
Or "will you be mine?"
Cause I won't care.
I'll be everywhere
And nowhere all at once,
And I'll stream all this love
Out
Like light I've absorbed,
And the careless dishwasher
Will slosh me about
Like a walrus with no sponge etiquette,
Getting everybody wet
And effervescent
And absolutely drunk
On their Love Butts.

-jenn

Come bees, and sting.
Remind me of anything but him.
Come and buzz and pout
Fly about and worry me
While I try to see
What's written on this ancient
Earthen urn from Greece.
The translation comes to me piece by piece,
But I forget my place
When tears stream down my face
And my skin welts--
Two stripes for any one time I felt good.
I really should go in,
Call it a day,
Pull the screen door shut
And say enough,
But I'm so tough,
And have learned so well
To tolerate hell--
It's icy fingers
And burning stingers.
But I'd just really like to know
What this perfect Adonis said here
Before he gave that discus such a throw.

-jenn

Do you want to creep into my mind
Like the ivy along a twine,
Up into the intimate sunlight of my day?
Do you want to feel the shine
That glitters in the summertime,
That beckons butterflies
And ripens watermelons?

Feel the heat that makes the okra bloom,
The hot summer wind that blows broom corn
And pollinates it.

Enjoy me with me
As I enjoy you.
Let me see a smile or two,
And maybe a giggle,
And then as the dirt
Cries out in thirst,
The clouds rise up,
The thunder bursts,
We can run
And dance through the august rain.

-jenn

He mouthed off a lot to me.
Most of it was deleterious.
He offered me an occasional compliment
To try to keep me around.
But it's all forgotten now,
Except for this one thing he told me,
For I felt it was true,
I have perfect tits.
Well, I do.

-jenn

I come and I go.
I blow the sand off your desert laden chest.
I listen as your worries increase
And anoint your head with oil.
I have lived 1000 times,
Always coming so close to the margins of religion,
But only ever made it as far as a temple prostitute.

But when I look into your eyes I see
The purity of the holy flame,
And then I know,
That's only as far as anyone
In a human body can get,
And much closer than most will ever know.

-jenn

It's going to be ok.
I have gone back into your past,
Back into the long sinews
Of your innocent legs.
I have wanted you there
And planted the seeds of wantability.
You are now wanted.
I want you.
I have loved you there,
Stroked your soft, dark hair,
Strewn rose petals around your lovable head.
You are now lovable.
You are lovable now.
And everything will be ok,
Because I have dreamed it.

-jenn

I pass all boundaries without adversity,
From neighbor good
To neighbor hood,
Every language spoken
And understood.

Yet I walk without a word,
Without a judgment,
Only a wisp of nothing am I,
A shadow of the cloudless mist,
A breath of possibilities still unkissed,
Who is,
And yet is not.

But speak and I appear.
Dream and I will draw you near.
Burn with desire and I will reach
Deep into the treasure chest
To stoke the fire
Which forges every wish,
And Love will come
And breathe its very soul upon your breast.

-jenn