jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman) : Writing

facial scripture.

facial scripture.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


hiddenwithin the laugh linesround my lipsand eyesnestlequite a few smilesyou alonehave authored
shellac these words to your soul.

shellac these words to your soul.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


smile your fingersround my softly silken throati want to drown in the feelingof holding
radiant.

radiant.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


the smile you gaveslippedstealthilyalong the perimeterof my(admittedly paltry)defenses…sneaking inupon stockinged feetto take up residence,mous..
that alabaster look.

that alabaster look.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


she stroked her dreamswith trembling fingers of desiredrifting her words along the rimsof half empty teacups litteringthe shelves she kept her wishes ..
dissipate.

dissipate.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


i miss youwith the toothsome acheof unreturned smilesand what is now years,all filledwith the lack of you
this morning.

this morning.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


i wokea remnant of a dreamstill drifting its memoryacross my lipsa kiss undeliveredtrembling, fragile and newborn,held captive upon a mouthstill waiti..
extempore.

extempore.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


i wish they had a writing type called "thing"
creative arrhythmia.

creative arrhythmia.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


tickas she slept the dream of aching away,the half-step metronomeof the grandfather's clock long past windingdisturbed her sleeping flickerswith its i..
decadent.

decadent.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


you trip my nerve endingsskilfully like magician's fingers upon my skinpullingtricksy origami formations from placesi never knew were there to be clai..
treble.

treble.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


shake the bass drum of my hearti know you know the rhythmthe backbeatneededto tame my wilding heartbeating fiercer than my ribscan contain, it beatTHU..