jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman) : Writing

for want of icarus.

for want of icarus.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


i eschew the heights for their beautybirds and stars can keep their masteryi have no urge to challenge their reign,these tailwinds only serve one purp..
chiromancy.

chiromancy.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


her palm trembledextendedemptyeach line markingthe places she hadremaining(there's a holein this bucketdear lizabut she's forgottenhow to fix it)if yo..
collarbone.

collarbone.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


the weight of his kisslingered far longerthan the haphazard momentused to place it
erotogenic.

erotogenic.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


quench the dawn with fevered lipsvanquishing those terrors of nightthat dared seep along the edges of your bedframeghostly fingers teasing your psyche..
when.

when.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


when the worldburbles in, chaotically,i close my shuttersdrape these soft eyelidsover mystrainedwindows,then sink into pillowed quiet..dreaming of roc..
yes?

yes?

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


can't you tastemy ache?it fills my mindwith palpable wantand stains my visionwith passionred huesi want to lickthe salacious imagesdisplayed graphical..
cafe.

cafe.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


drink down the sorrowfeel it coat your throatlike this bitter hot chocolateyour coffee girl forgot to add sugar to
the last night.

the last night.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


she trembled her fingersthrough thoughtlessly tumbled hairlistening to the final shrieksof a humanity long past being humanea silver limned teartraced..
during three years of living without.

during three years of living without.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


when words faili stretch my fingers outto clasp them closeto spread their comfortacross my pale skinacross the blue eyed flash you gave meeyes closean..
wordplay.

wordplay.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


ohlet me touch youwith love wrinkled fingers of'aching quoteslet me stroke thetwirls of modifiers,hidden sneakily,amongstyour curlsallow me entry to y..