Poetry by Jewel

These are from either liner notes to "Pieces of you" or Jewel's book of poetry, "A Night Without Armor".

Las Vegas
Women who suck
their cigarettes
as if they were
giving their
hatred head

Too Many Nights
It's been
too many nights
of being with to now be suddenly
without

Saved fomr Myself
How often I've cried out
in silent tongue
to be saved
fomr myself
in the middle of the night
too afraid
to move
horrified the answer
may be beyond the
capability of my
own two hands
so small
(no one should feel this alone)

So Just Kiss Me
So just kiss me and let my hair
messy itself in your fingers
tell me nothing needs to be done--
no clocks need winding
There is no bell without a voice
needing to borrow my own
instead, let me steady myself
in the arms
of a man who won't let me to be
what he needs, but let's me exist
as I am
a blonde flame
a hurricane
wrapped up
in a tiny body
that will come to his arms
like the safest harbor
for mending

I Guess What I Wanted Was
I guess what I
wanted was
to hear
you'd stay with me always.
I guess what I
wanted was
to see
those hands vowing
to never leave my own.
I guess what
I wanted was
to know
I am not loving in vain.

The Things You Fear
The things you fear
are undefeatable
not by their nature
but by yout approach

i Keep Expecting You To
I keep expecting you
to fade
to wake up one morning
and not care
so I
keep myself
one carefully measured step away
in anticipation
of your love's decline
so when your cheek turns <
and your attention
wanders
elsewhere
my heart will not be left all awkward
hanging
from an elastic thread
you forgot to pull off your old pair of socks
for it's in your nature to
lose interest suddenly
we are both artists
who suck the marrow out
of each lovely bone
It just happens to be
my lovely bones
this time
How bare

P.S.
I wrote those nice
poems only because
the honest ones
would frighten you

New Moon
I am in love
with a man
who is gone now
hunting
for vision
His bones
know the
scent of it
His hands full of
intuition
and praise
What he lacks
he seeks
And I watch him
from my hill
As he treads
the countryside
and splits the great
and fertile valleys
like the hips of
a woman
he has loved
for centuries
in many forms
As an eagle
a warrior
a stone
I love him
Over there
Far frome me

Someone to Know Me
At first it seemes shocking
but now the idea
tickles my tongue.
and intrigues my curiosity
beyond the ability
to rationalize or resist: I want to ive with you!
I want to wake
each morning
in your arms
comforted by your oddness
seduced by your knowledge
of my ways.
I want to care for you
brush your hair
put lotion on your scars
and pet you at bedtime
watching you eyes close slow
like a child's
heavy with the thousand things
that filled your day.

© 1999 ~*~ mel ~*~