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J.C. Scheff

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Unfold

As the night begins to rest its head,
I hope to unfold with it stories.
Stories that are caught somewhere with the trees shadows and the birds silence.

And with it somewhere,
Parts of me.
Like the life of a monarch stuck
In a trucks grill.

I can pull it out and know
That it is still colorful in its loss.
Maybe it’s caught somewhere between dreams and desires.

That maybe it’s still fluttering it’s wings.
Still just out of reach.
Of life in jars,
Dancing on flowers, lips.

 

 

 

 

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The Best Parts

You are the bible I read each night.
I study your language;
your expression.
I memorize every comma, every consonent within your text.

I swallowed your reluctances.
And still…
I love you with your limitations;
And I, with mine.

I’d pull them over me like a quilt at 8.
Then, I’d dream of you,
With you right next to me.
Where one should never dream.

I still taste you.
The best parts,
and the worst parts.
It’s like a knotted lump in a throat.
The wanting of you.

Still, I open you up each nite.
In search of lines I maybe missed;
Or laughter that’s been misplaced.
As if it were lipstick in a purse.

I study this and I read knowing.
Nothing new will be learned today.
Only moments to be catalogued, and stored away.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Of You

I stare into myself.
This reflection of a girl, a woman;
With a strong but pained heart beating.

She looks back at me smiling,
A year older and somehow
We are still similar.
Though, I’m colder, worn and harder now.
Both of us longing to break free from this glass that bind us.

I wonder if she thinks about you–
The same way I think about you?
Is she lonelier than me?
Does she too long for the reflection of others next to her?
Of you.

Joelly C S-poet 2018

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