Jean Cohen Poems

Is this love?
Is this lust?
Am I chasing the prospect of love
Or the real concept itself
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I love you.
You don't know it yet
But, when I get over my fear of myself
I will love you
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She said to wait
So I waited
She said to love
So I loved
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What is a lonely night to a man?
What is a night of sleeping too early and staring at a ceiling
A bland ceiling, a grey ceiling, a dying ceiling, an immovable ceiling
Wondering, yearning, thinking, formulating
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