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Poetry by Jessica Grant

Poetry Set One

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Philosophical Felinisms

Copyright © by Jessica Grant, March 3, 2003

She lies there, seeming both alert and sleepy
Like a sphinx, posing endless riddles to those who dare
Her gray fur vibrates softly with each contented breath
And her green eyes narrow inexplicably
Is it curiosity as the fables report
Which guides her every move
Or indifference with which she looks upon us mere mortals
It is hard to believe that a creature
With such intelligence in her eyes
Could be categorized as a mere beast
Incapable of the higher reasoning skills
Which classify us as human
Is it imagination when she peers at me
Through feline eyes which appear to denote a soul
Or all the creatures on our planet equal
And they merely do not wish to let us know


You Look At Me

Copyright © by Jessica Grant, March 3, 2003

You look at me and I melt
If you knew the way I felt
Would you pity? Would you scorn?
Would I wish I'd not been born?
For without you, life is naught
You are all that I have sought
It could be you'll never know
Depths of feeling I could show
Troubled heart longs to confess
All that causes my unrest
Should I keep my silence still?
Secrets are an act of will
For now I will just pretend
Till you look at me again


Butterflies

Copyright © by Jessica Grant, May 25, 2003

For much of the day my thoughts have turned to you
My mind replaying all the things we’ve recently said
Now with Jeopardy flickering out of the corner of my eye
I fumble through my mental library for answers
To the questions both on the screen and off

One thing you mentioned has ever been repeating
Through my soul in a long loop of possibilities
As our country poises for battle in a pointless war
I find that every fiber of my being returns to you
And the idea that you could have feelings for me

Beyond the physical, beyond the intellectual
When you look at me, I feel the connection
Our eyes meet and I have to catch my breath
Against the flood of emotions that swells my heart
To the point of seeking escape from my chest

This was what I kept telling myself to avoid
You are the last thing I was looking for
But something made me seek you out and now
Now that I’ve changed my mind about life
And love, and food, and the thought of having kids

I no longer know what to do with myself
I mentally pace back and forth and the conflict
Is almost more than I know how to cope with
All because you had to confess that reaching for me
Tends to give you that fluttery feeling I know so well


Sick Day

Copyright © by Jessica Grant, May 25, 2003

When I close my eyes
And shut off my senses
My subconscious takes over
And I can see you so clearly
Hear the lilt in your voice
Feel the softness of your fingers
Smell the sweetness of your hair
Taste the pleasure of your lips

All I have to do is let it all go
And you’re right beside me
With your sweet feline tendencies
To sharpen your claws on my leg
And purr as you nuzzle my neck
Pleasure to pain to pleasure again
When your teeth are bared against my skin
And I feel myself swoon into your kiss

Thoughts of you keep me afloat
Between bathroom trips, crackers
And that disgusting pink liquid
That’s supposed to be helping me
If I can’t be where you are
Then my thoughts can bring you here
Where time has no real meaning
And desire brings me back to perfect health


Wonder

Copyright © by Jessica Grant, May 25, 2003

Does it help to think of me
When you’re lonely and down
Does it help- does it hurt
Does it even change a thing?

When you’re standing on a sidewalk
Staring at the crowd
Is it joy- is it pain
That the memories bring?

Does your heart remember mine
And the way it used to feel
Just to stand and gaze into
Each other’s eyes?

Or does it only break your heart
When you know my love is real
Will you ever take the time
To change your mind?


Zipper In The Dark

Copyright © by Jessica Grant, May 25, 2003

You make your request with a charming lack of subtlety
And with a laugh I stumble to my feet to obey
I toss my shirt into the corner
And your sweet gray feline runs for cover
The rustle of fabric is clearly audible
During the sudden lull in conversation
But it’s when metal rubs metal
That I hear your low giggle
As you anticipate my pants on the floor
My bare skin trembling beneath yours
And my next shudder of pleasure
At the tremulous bliss I find in your touch


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