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Shattered
I hate this ache
you have released,
This ravening beast
that was my heart,
Once tame and quiet.
I called the shots,
then you appeared
To touch my soul,
and opened with one kiss
The locks and chains of careful years.
The frightful power
of lust enflamed,
Freed by your touch, a moment’s rush
of whispered magic words;
All my crafty layers
placed precisely here and here
To cover each small [...]

This is what it was like for me, the first time.
the ocean
 
when I asked
what it was
like
to know a
woman
my dear one
replied
with infinite
wisdom,
“it is like
the ocean”
…..
 
and I
was
rolling and,
spinning and,
holding
the air
in my
lungs
so I would
not drown
 
eyes shut
but
mind open
under
and
over
and over
again
 
waves crashed
hard
and soft
on me.
and I
rode them
to
shore
floated
blissfully free
while tethered to
her.
 
clarity in
disorientation
the touch of
water
on my
skin
the feel of
heat
on her
breath
the sound of
desire
in
us
and all
around.
 

© 2002 Sandra Jean-Pierre
There’s someone out there for me…
someone who’se not into head games or drama shit
someone who can appreciate my divatude
worship my divaness
revel in my divanation.
There is someone out there for me.
someone who understands the strength of my character
the strength of my self
the strength of my love.
someone who doesn’t need to be
babysat
watched over
or has [...]

It was a bright day,
And I remember the bedroom…
The sun peeling the wallpaper off
The olden plaster …
But I cannot recall how
This situation was anything but sour
The killing of a childhood.
But I am a survivor, they tell me.
And I cannot recall what I survived,
I was too busy blooming to want to remember…
But I want to tell [...]

© 2004 Sandra Jean-Pierre
Perhaps
I can find the meaning of my purpose
between your thighs
with the help of your sea-salt scent
and the centinal guardian at the doors
of your temple,
perhaps these timeless beacons of
lust and fucking
will whisper secrets of my purpose to me.
Perhaps
I can find the meaning of my purpose
between your thighs
in the shameless way
that mindless
hugging and grabbing [...]

Dancing Girl
Life two-stepped past my jaded vision;
Purple-sweatered apparition
Perfect in the circle of the wooden floor.
Your incense, clove cigarettes and beer,
Caressed my skin, drew me near,
Like lodestones to North,
Seeking the perfection of
Ripened lips and hips.
Outside your dancing circle,
My clumsy heart can only watch;
You are the Quest I once began.
I know what I could teach you,
If only [...]

“Ooh, but I still smell her.” - Lt. Col. Frank Slade in “Scent of a Woman” (1992)
It’s her skin in the mornings that smells of rain and lemons.
It’s her favorite perfume behind her ear mixing with the soapy clean of her shampoo.
It’s the smell of sun and coconuts on her back in summer.
It’s the whisper [...]

Old Friend
© 2003 Sandra Jean-Pierre
On the Sahara plain
we were tribesman
sharing stories of the hunt
beneath crooked-sparse
shade trees
maybe…
we were women
in South America
tending the men,
nursing the children,
feeding our families
from the Earth
while sharing the sisterhood
of moon-cycles
infinitely capable of life - rebirth
maybe…
maybe
we were
evy-ivy over
I said east-west
I met my friend at the candy store
playmates
sharing Bazooka Joe bubble gum
and coca-cola
on mid-summer
Brooklyn sidewalk [...]