Annie Jane Poems

A tiny taste of the life I’ll lead
In your bed, our kingdom.
A preview of all that I want and I need,
Love, in total freedom.
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I have the want, and now the means
To love, I'm smiling for the trees
And rain which decorates the ground,
I know my place now I've been found.
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Intellect in disarray,
Eloquence falls short, again.
You, perfect picture, in my mind’s eye,
Words often fail when they aim to describe.
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Hello there, most familiar face,
Most treasured recognition.

I find you, and see you,
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I
Feel so
Safe with you.
More secure than
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These bricks, this stone... this isn't my home.
The fire is here, and faces I know,
I live here, can't sleep here, it's here that I've grown,
But absent is heart: this isn't my home.
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I've found a love that I will keep,
Between the sheets
Of paper,
Corners folded, pages marked.
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How
I love
Your two eyes.
Pale and so dark.
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We kiss with eyes and touch with words,
And yet I can feel your hand in mine.
I watch you from a distance,
And yet you're closer than anyone has ever been.
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Thirty-two imperfect kisses march out across the very first page of a scattering
Of another lover's love letters.
A book which, read cover to well-loved cover in an hour or so,
Contains unimaginable sadness and unabridged despair,
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