Someplace Beautiful


“Warm me
Like sunlight
And soothe me
Like rain.
Burn me
With passion
And steal away
The pain.”

Spring is peeking around the corner
Can you see her?
There may still be cold days
But we live in the moment,
You and I,
Come Jupiter
And put your hand in mine
I’ll keep you warm
Even when spring is hard to find.
-LM Jones

(Quote: Tyler knott Gregson)

Spring is in the air




“In Japan
Broken objects
Are often repaired with gold.
The flaw is seen
As a unique piece
Of the object’s history,
Which adds to it’s beauty.
Consider this
When you feel broken.”

How beautiful your flaws are to me
Lovely, the scars cleaved by time
I will line your mistakes with gold,
my love
No need to hide
I adore your golden threads
As they illuminate
What once lay shattered
Taste and savor the perfection
Of every moment
Don’t dwell in what was
Give no thought to what will be
One breath to the next is all we have
Not even that is a promise
And so our mended brokenness
Shall brightly glow
Come darling
Etch your own line of gold
Into the ivory of my skin
Add your own song
To the chorus of my sin.

-LM Jones
(Quote: unknown)

Twilight Journey


There must be about a
Million ways to let
Yourself be destroyed
But then there is love,
And I think tonight
I am in the mood to break
Apart and let myself
Be consumed by all the
Things I know I would
Never be able to
Recover from.”

I breath you
as I walk dark paths
warm honeysuckle breezes
clothe my bare skin
like no silk would dare to try

to the river I go
trailing fingers over rough pine bark
as I pass
they hum with my caress
and cicadas sing a wedding song
a promise of a happy marriage
Between the summer night
and my blue twilight dreams

I love the night
in all her exciting potential
so I follow the thrum of distant falls
ready for all uncertain gifts
be they good or bad
I will delight.

-LM Jones
(Quote: R. M. Drake)

Do Not Touch Me Softly


“Never could
breath love
If I did not
First learn
To inhale
A little bit
Of chaos”

You don’t understand
My love
That in my mind
Is a restless
Furious beast

A beast that desires
To be everyone…
Do everything
I must consume the world
Through all my senses
And embrace both pleasure and pain

So do not touch me softly
A light caress
Will send me spinning…
Crashing…into the void
Please, hold me firmly
Bind me with the press
Of your skin to mine.

-LM Jones
(Quote: Christopher Poindexter)

Love Song


“How can I keep my soul in me
So that it doesn’t touch your soul?
How can I raise it high enough,
Past you, to other things?

I would like to shelter it,
Among remote lost objects,
In some dark and silent place
That doesn’t resonate when
Your depths resound.

Yet everything that touches us,
Me and you,
Takes us together like a
Violin’s bow.
Which draws one voice out of two
Separate strings.

Upon what instrument
Are we two spanned?
And what musician
Holds us in his hand?
Oh sweetest song”

What is it that draws me to you?
Did I not notice
That moment you slipped a string
Around my rib?
Just below my breast
and trembling heart
You pull me in
Around that curled finger
And just as you graze my skin,
Setting fire to all denial,
Roughly I’m flung to the wind

You didn’t notice the extra string
And so
I pull you in
Oh, the symphonies I’ll create
With the strings of passion
Connecting you and I.

-LM Jones
(Quote: Rainer Maria Rilke

You, Me…and Gatsby


“Gatsby believed in the green light,
The orgastic future that year by year
Recedes before us.
It eluded us then,
But that’s no matter—
Tomorrow we will run faster,
Stretch our arms out farther…
And one fine morning—
So we beat on, boats against the current
Borne back ceaselessly
Into the past.”

There’s a green light
It hovers on the edge of consciousness
Sometimes dim
Then, as blinding as the sun
A beacon or is it siren song?

There’s a green light
That beckons me to you
And like Gatsby
I’m drawn to the color of my desire
Bound by a dreaming spirit

There’s a green light
As I stand, arm outstretched…reaching
The masses can’t see
Don’t want to comprehend
What it is that draws us
You, Me …and Gatsby

Green is the color of love
Even more so than red
You can see it in my eyes
The place that passion blessed
Meet my gaze, it’s there you’ll find
That all the lovely shades of green…
Are made mine.

-LM Jones
(Quote: F Scott Fitzgerald
Picture: Me)

The Beast (A Villanelle)


“I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)”

I’m sure you’ve driven me quite insane;
I lost the key, and forgot the gate.
(I only have myself to blame.)

I want to see cracks, your cool surface I’d maim,
So I could pull myself through,
into your world:
I’m sure you’ve driven me quite insane.

White flag raised, I give up the game
Scatter the pieces, just leave it to fate
(I only have myself to blame.)

A green fog crept into my brain:
Made its home as it unfurled:
I’m sure you’ve driven me quite insane.

I have tried to escape, in vain.
The beast won’t sleep;
he ignores my attempts to sate.
(I only have myself to blame.)

The roles of life
I almost successfully feign,
These bonds, they hold, they sting,
and grate.
I’m sure you’ve driven me quite insane.
(I only have myself to blame.)

-LM Jones
(Quote: Sylvia Plath)