I never cared much for jelly beans
But spent a childhood longing... in my adulthood for a jump rope
and your lips, so juicy
justice
served, jealousy
forgotten. And life is quite jovial.
We met under Jovial
patterns in the sky. Craft service jellybeans
sickened us. Eyes full of jealousy
peeking through Sushi store windows... and a little girl's jump rope...
What is justice?
None are as juicy...
Your laugh is most juicy.
I live life for it now. It makes me so jovial.
Your smile is my justice.
And while others crave jelly beans
I would jump rope(s)
to gaze in your eyes. I feel no jealousy.
We are ugly under jealousy...
And with you, I want to be juicy.
Excited. Burning energy under a jump rope.
Jovial
reigning with Saturn and marriage... though I will not serve jelly beans
when we marry, or ever... as they serve no justice.
What do I know of justice?
I can barely contain my jealousy.
But quite sure I don't get jelly beans.
Our juicy, juicy
secret, exploded and we got jovial...
But, I still haven't gotten to jump rope.
I've been wanting to jump rope...
And will if justice
serves the jovial.
I've managed my jealously
consuming YOUR juicy
in the place of jelly beans.
My jovial laughter roars under the jump rope,
but jelly beans serve no justice
to calm the apparant jealousy I devour of your juicy.
Denielle S. Rose - November 15, 2008
- copyright - Denielle Prokopenko Rose * 2010 *
