Jennifer Wood Poetry

Look around.
Where are we?
We have awoken into a vast and deserted wonderland of the unknown.
A playground for our minds to explore.
Where are we?
Truth is, I don’t want to know.
Truth is, I don’t ever want to return.

The sun cascades down over the purple mountains, enclosing over the stage of my mind.
Illuminating the sky a vivid orange translucent glow.
Creating a tie-dye tapestry in the skies above.
I feel the sand as it blows gently past my skin with the coming breeze.

Take me into your heart, mind and soul.
I want to explore there.
I feel your warm soothing breath tickle the back of my neck as you whisper how you have never encountered a place such as this before.

It’s getting dark now.
I gaze up at the moon as an orb of hope in a dark and cruel reality.
How do I know if this is real?
We have entered a place where the only reality is the one we have created for ourselves in this alternate dimension.
Let us embrace it and make this wondrous land a place of our own.

I can feel the desolate beauty of the desert all around me.
The serenity in the air is at an eerie standstill.
A brief moment where my body starts to tremble as you grow close to me.
For a moment, my eyes well up with tears as I get a glimpse of the scene around us.
The tears create a liquefied trail that leads your gaze to my lips.
A place I long for you to arrive at.

The desire starts to burn me from the inside out.
Take me to your dark and secret place.
I want to embrace it.
I want to follow the footsteps through the sand and discover what has been hiding from me all along.

You touch my arm ever so gently, as it sends shivers down my spine.
I long for your fingertips to discover every inch of my skin.
To grasp firmly to my every curve.
Just touch me now.
Here and now.
I can feel myself tighten with anticipation.

Read my mind at this exact moment and get my fantasies to unfold before your eyes.
Clouds begin to circle overhead.
They begin to descend down upon the mountains.
The storm starts to rumble the ground beneath us.

The clanging of the thunder feels like a rhythm against my body.
Ba-BOOM. Ba-BOOM. Ba-BOOM.

You are what is real to me now.
Not just a surreal fantasy of my utmost desires.
I feel that familiar warmth start to enclose around my face.
Step into this luminescent glow created by the bolts of lightning descending overhead.
It is a two way mirror of imagery.

You can see the inner me in a second.
Through the simplest glance.
Peer in and acknowledge my inner demons.
I do not want to succumb to the temptation.
Yet I crave to indulge in the sin.

Twisted inner-workings of a sick and delusional place.
Secret corridors that linger around every turn I make.
Every essence of my being wants to succumb to this connection.

Standing at the brink of desire and intimacy.
The peak of a ledge that I dare not lean over, but to gaze at what lies below.
The rain begins to pour down and hits my body forming a second layer of skin.

Let me have you.
Succumb to the desires that I tempt you with.
Time is running out.

Let it come.
Let it happen.
Succumb to me so we can experience this place of ours all over again.

Poet: Jennifer Wood