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TACTICS

©2001 by Jennifer M. Garnatz


You sized me up —
lusting.
I smiled inwardly —
waiting.


My cool expression
did not betray me.
But I, too,
wanted
you.


Your yearning
gave your legs courage.
They brought you
to me — way up close.
You speeched me down.
While your heart
lent your lips
its voice,
I felt your excitement,
inhaled in sweet ecstasy
your heavenly scent.
I allowed you
to court me.


As I finally gave in,
giving you my all,
you began
sticking out your chest
like a proud cock
going around boasting
to all your friends
stating
you captured
me
easily.


Buuullshit!


You see,
I, too,
had eyed you —
lusting, wanting.


Oh yes!
I, too,
wanted
to possess
you.


Now
I’ve got you.
Ha!

OLD LOVE

©2001 by Jennifer M. Garnatz


Like cowardly soldiers
our energies
have deserted.


You can’t
bear me
up,
nor can I
keep it
up.


So, let’s just kiss
and fondle
each other’s bundle.


Think of the fun
we had when young.
Aaaaaaahhhh!

 

PEACE, PLEASE

©2001 by Jennifer M. Garnatz


My hungry eyes
travel
often
to the frozen ocean
above
searching
for a sign


The ocean
unleashes
its stinging,
glowing whip.
Death draws near.


It sends a message -
Let there be no more wars.
Let sickness not strike us all.
Let there be peace on earth.
Let the only weapons
be tools
of toil.

REFLECTIONS

©2001 by Jennifer M. Garnatz


God,
I pray
because
I know You care.
I pray
because
I love You.
I pray
because
I know You
will make my dreams come true.


But, God,
one dream was a mistake.
That one ugly
stupid
selfish
ungrateful dream.


I know
I often wished
he’d go to hell.


But God,
I didn’t really want the devil
to come and take him away from me.
It was just childish retaliation.
And, I was asleep, You see.


God,
in future
please grant not all my wishes
unless they be
what You want
for me.


God,
why was my father
murdered?
Why, God, why?


God,
did my father die
that I might live?


Why, God?