The mind, a dormant stone

for juan   lion heart feels like lying hard on the cement with my face down spreading lips for a little air  that will make sense for my body to take in and excrutiate exert excrete feign in the realness of this breath. lion heart feels like fractions spread over the pavement little giblets of flesh disgraced in the excrement of broken sidewalks and playgrounds. there is no cherry on top. no icing to veil this torment; of still beating and beaten sentiments and memories beyond these years of tired time that rims around my eyes. the lion heart learns hard the acts of others first knows the aches of destroyed rings uncherished things that marked the days spent hoardishly with another; only to be without them, these unsettling screams share vowels into the sky, a plea into the ether of loathing dreams; this diminished self  with bloody knees. it won't make it past another round of tattered skin;  the bones frown when it's time to remember, recall injury of once love -- ...

G'Bye I take the train to flee my love. Sometimes I smile and run from one end of reality to the other. Sometimes I understand why I'm running, so I go to sit on a rock  and explore truths. Never escaping...  Never completely. I then realize how my heart is tugged to his -- and no matter how often I try to release I'll continue to be his second self. ~ jessica m. wilson jac

Smoke Rings for JAC hummingbirds lead my lover in closer to greet me; head knelt in lullaby,  holding a smile in his hands.  they hold me in closer to enjoy the speed of his heart -- marked up with chalk, held together with clips. the music of his soul twirls into me, lavender-soaked mouth to caress the sounds of his melody, now perched in my ear, like a gentle tea cup warmly stirring inside my mind. i let my eyes roll to feed the channel -- connectivity is the closest  we'll ever see ourselves  inside the other ~ Jessica M. Wilson