Ignoring the Remains of February Through the Cruelness of Time.

 

He stopped me, throwing fire to the ground...

I could have stepped through him, feet stuck to the remains of February, time ticking, waiting, patient and cruel.

There, in the corners of the edges that exist behind the promise of never, were eyelash~laden wishes, laying in the dust of hope, words slept silently, never dreaming, and I...

desperately tried

to

pick them up.

He twisted, I watched him, my jaw dropped and he suggested I kiss him in places where he never smiled, I had an affliction for the skin that crossed paths with his stomach, I had an obsession with the way he

breathed

so I exhaled and

blew

eyelashes all over his body,

 

head to toe, he smiled,

I counted the teeth that appeared through our wishes

and he promised

he'd

never

leave.

I closed my eyes for the fear of re witnessing February, terrified of the words I'd destroyed, I was certain they'd come back and bite me,

right on the skin that circles my stomach,

I held my breath so time couldn't find me, and, laying there near the dishonesty of perfection, my fingers grazed him.

He slipped, though he never moved, not an inch and never close to me, he knew the pieces that were easier to see and claimed things the mirror never said, he was cracked in places and I forgot to tell him...

that, there, in the crevices that wrote our story across his skin...

my tears were seeping through.

We were poisoned, somehow, sweet drops of destruction tracing the places we never smiled, so I parted my lips and bit down, tugging on the remains of February and ripping apart the words of us, and we were powerful in the moments that tore and screamed...

and annoyed him...

for it was hours past the beginning of Spring, weeks beyond winter, and his naked, afternoon~sky~stealing eyes begged for sleep

while I begged him~

lashless now and crying~

to only remember

to

dream.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

"for it was hours past the beginning of Spring, weeks beyond winter, and his naked, afternoon~sky~stealing eyes begged for sleep"

...the delivery of this line amazes me with the volume it speaks. I truly believe that giving birth has deeply touched a reservoir within you, that overflows with wonderous things. Your days are blessed with this extraordinary child, just like our lives are blessed for knowing you!

Much love,
Kelly

[Flow]

This was a great read and write, the way you describe the action and reaction are truly wonderful. "I held my breath so time couldn't find me, and, laying there near the dishonesty of perfection, my fingers grazed him." and this was my favorite expression in the poem. Wonderfully written!

[Kara Emily Krantz]

gorgeous. sheeshness. I decided to read it while I waited for you to call back :)

"I had an obsession with the way he


breathed


so I exhaled and


blew


eyelashes all over his body,"

that was my favorite part.

I adore how, for you, all these images must be so soul-striking... so intense. and yet you always leave everything open for the reader to experience them in his/her own way... it's such a gift, not only for you to have, but for you to give to us :)

many hugs

[An owl on the moon]

Oh, Jeanmarie, I would stand in the rain for hours to buy one of your books!!! You always amaze me, creating worlds with your words that take me away to places more real and alive than my simple fragments of reality... This is so stirring and deep, moving around me like dark water! Love it!!!!!!