finger tips memorise
the you ~ the me
open mouths
unfocused eyes
drawing thoughts ~ from coloured irises
chores, stock market highs forgotten
it begins ~ heartbeats pound
breath drawn in
ribcage raised
cells explode
mouth on mouth
we drown from the inside
adrift ~ spiralling
no sense of what’s around
~ exhale
©jmtacken Jan 2014
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I have been absent the last few days. I want to thank those that emailed me, checking if I was okay ~ very, very sweet of you. I have been a little busy, preparing for the Service on Wednesday and having an Interstate visitor ( a blogger ) for the weekend. Also ‘children’ issues and my muse ran off with my Vodka. I’m now quite sure if I like what I wrote, but I post, as I am finding it a little difficult to ‘get back into it’ so I’m practicing.
I shall write in the next couple of days about my visitor, try and find my Vodka ~ I mean Muse and thank you for those enquiring after me in my absence. Hugs.
J
Ramblings From A Mum 
I saw your muse it was sitting with mine in the park by the swings ….. several empty boxes of Vodka in evidence!!
That made me laugh sweet, thank you can you tell mine to come home please she’s required ! Xx
I did as you asked but being as you are a woman of the cloth I am not repeating her answer !!
Not the cloth lovely – a Humanist I believe we are called over there, she still needs to get her bum back here 🙂 xx
It must say something about the dodgy company you have been keeping that your muse has deserted you in this way by running off with the vodka. Either that or you need a better brand of vodka. This has nothing to do with the interesting poem you have posted, ‘we drown from the inside’ being the line that most intrigued me. Well done Jenny I look forward to your future posts.
Think a better brand! 😉 dodgy? Hmm no not at all. That feeling when you kiss someone where your insides melt …like you are breathing and aware and then you’re not. Thank you my friend – appreciated.
You are welcome.
Whew. Hot! I’m flapping my laptop lid to make a breeze. It just got so h-o-t here. 😎
Hate to think if I went any further 😉 thank you honey xx
🙂 🙂
oh this is good you are talking of eating chocolate *nods wisely* wait…. is it?
Hmm no – thank you darling, will be emailing you soon too 🙂 xx
Hugs
where i needed the exhale there at the end….ha….
nice sensual…physical…well that will wake the muse up a bit…smiles.
Glad you can hold your breath for a while – smiles. I think she went back to sleep, or found another bottle damn it! Ta for reading B.
Steamy 🙂
Thank you sweet, appreciated. 🙂
come and go as you can, we are always happy to see your return. and – another hot one from you jen, it must be the weather )
Perhaps it is 43 today, thank you Beth xx
Fabulous poem!!! I wish I was there to help you find your vodka – er – muse. 🙂
So do I sweet, so do I 😉 x
You’ve been missed Jenny =) Amazing poem very erotic and intense!
I wish I could return but my muse is still playing hide and seek a bit…perhaps if I grab the Vodka off her, she will return 🙂 Thank you so much. xx
=) She’ll be back with or without vodka lol
I hope so 🙂 hugs x
(hugs)
fixed 🙂 x
Lovely, Jen. Have a great time with your visitor (your muse will return with the vodka) 😉
I hope so 🙂