It's much harder for me to crawl

Than it was then,

But maybe I still have the urge to move,

To scoot my butt across the floor

To chase you.

What is it that hooked my head

Into this game of cat and mouse,

Where you hide and I seek you?

Is it the impulsive arousal

I feel while I am catching you mid-squeak,

Or is it just the blessed warmth

Your close company brings

In the haste, after pouncing?

I dawdle now, fooling around,

Taking pains to taper the tussle measuredly,

To eek out every possible moment of blissful togetherness

While I have you, before you disappear again.

-jenn

I'm driving around

Only making right turns.

There are all these lanes,

White lines, brown leaves

Blowing along a gray pavement grid.

The never ending roads are angled 

And don't lead back where they came.

There's nobody coming.

I pull out again.

Another right turn,

Another slow lane,

Another side street,

Another strange angle,

The web is tangled.

I'm just looking for you.

-jenn

Come and lie with me tonight,

In the velvet of the darkness,

In the blurring of the lines,

In the lap of luxury.

The clovered freshness of my skin

Will soothe your heart to come in

Out of the maelstrom.

The cadence of nature, rest and peace

Will bring your heart to rest again.

And when you smile to hear the birds sing,

The cooing of my love for you,

The taste of my kisses and my desire

To have you next to me,

Will move you fully as the moon

To enjoy your power growing, 

And your love for me.

-jenn

I've broken stride and broken ranks

And left the reservation 

And I find a different complex cadence

Seducing me

There is a kind of a trail

There are few footprints 

But I am happily led astray 

Far away from the rut

The hut two three four

I can't stand it anymore

A different meter

A nature calling

A true love 

A truer me.

-jenn

When you tell me to hush,

What you're really telling me

Is that I'm the only thing that you can hear,

And you can't even concentrate 

On what you think everyone should be concentrating on right now,

Because something about me

And what I'm saying and what I'm doing

Pulls your attention away so hard

So you attempt to shush me,

But you can't.

-jenn

I think the moths are up tonight with me.

We're night bright-eyed and curious,

Drawn by strange lights 

That may be the death of us,

But, they're so beautiful.

Now, as I flutter toward I find it hard

To soar up where the light is in the sky.

My wings are wet and heavy,

And I struggle not to fall.

Clumsy and encumbered---a corps perdu,

I find I'm head over heels

In love with you,

The flowers of the Casablanca Lily

That bloom at night to catch 

The silly moths who try to fly blind

Into the blinding lights

Of early watch.

And this may be the death of us,

But you're so beautiful.

-jenn

Weakened for the weekend,

It's not fine either way.

I'm searching for something so concrete

In an abstract painting.

And now the gallery is closing,

And this one work befuddles me.

I'm the face of understanding.

They set the alarm,

And turn the key

And leave me here

With my confusion,

My speechlessness.

And I feel like if I could only mutter

Something to myself,

Maybe the spell could be broken,

My spirit could interpret

The tongues of love and art.

-jenn