Eruption
The stars in my blood
are twinkling.
Sunburn your kisses
onto my cheeks
so I feel the stinging
once you decide
to never return
from your evening
strolls. Your worst
habit is making me
miss the way you
shuffle out of your
boots. My addiction
is ruffling your feathers,
running my little hands
across your freshly shorn
head, cradling you like
you’re my child lost
in a new wood. I gobble
up your tears like healing
elixir. I want to drink
them dry as a desert.
I want to thirst for
them. I mean, I want
you to never have
to bother shedding them
because there would never
be a reason to.
I turn supernova
too easily & blind
you with my flash.
Forgive me.
Return like the
nightfall, quickly,
like it’s wintertime
again. When we
remembered to listen
before speaking.
I won’t be so volcanic
the next time. There
won’t even be a
next time with
the promise of
the door clicking
into place. I’ll take
mine next to your heart.
I still belong there,
don’t I?
Thistle Thoughts 
Intense poem Jennifer! Beautifully written!
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Thanks, Dominic
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My pleasure Jennifer!
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I like your short, sharp lines a lot
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Thank you for reading!
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You write some very beautiful poems Jennifer. I loved the pacing here. It drew me in further and further and the ending made me smile. I believe you asked a rhetorical question, but even if you didn’t great writing.
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Thank you! I felt like the ending was about questioning our value in others’ lives. Self-conscious stuff really. I still struggle with that from time to time. Thanks for all your comments today. 💜
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You’re very welcome Jennifer 🙂
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