Ah Well, Love…

If your smile were money
We could free the world of poverty.
If your voice were music
The concert would last endlessly.
If you chose to become a model
Applause would greet you each runway.
If you acted upon the gilded screen
The best lines would find your role.
If you took my hand in yours
You would own my heart immediately.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

I get silly when I stay up. Then when do I not stay up? Anyway, I was playing with words. I think, though, this might make a good Valentine.

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Increasing Unceasing

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Not feeling the scanner tonight. Almost left off posting again. Turned the computer off for hours. Writing comes though, it is like breath, similar to blood, it flows, pours through me unless I let it free. Often I think it owns me. When I guess why I am here, it chimes up with some right piece of poetry.

So, be it. Love wins.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

 

Without Words Proclaimed

Lying in bed, warm,
Sated, limbs entwined, lovers,
Together outside
Time’s demands for the moment,
Living inside the bubble.

Enclosed, enraptured,
By this elemental thing
Created inside
The hearts of us both, in love,
Meaning, for now, everything.

The words, honey on
Our lips, licked away, unsaid,
Fearing to bring doubt
All into the open for
Hurt often finds its mark.

Scars before, behind,
Spark instant hesitation
This present figment
A potent whisper, unheard,
“I am yours, and you are mine!”

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© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan