The poem of your jaw line
utters itself
as soft as the sleep betwixt your lashes
and dreams,
coyly necklacing ‘round lobe and chin
returning to lobe
evermore with devotion.
Strung with pearls, it ornaments itself,
with stubble and fossils of kiss.
I'm sure the warm cottage of my mouth
would sit
quite quaintly
there in the enchanted forest of your throat,
where the ghosts of poets
reincarnate themselves in your vocal chords,
lulling me into the great chasm
of your Eternity.
And I'm sure
that to live upon that under-bridge of your expression,
Warm and traffic-less, save the cool passing train of my lips,
will be all the acreage
I’ll ever need.
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"I'm sure the warm cottage of my mouth
would sit
quite quaintly
there in the enchanted forest of your throat,"
Amazing metaphor in this - what an absolutely beautiful poem, the one that inspired my poem from your ode to a jaw line contest
Love this idea..all of your odes to his body...so beautiful
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This is beautiful.
It reminds me of another time for some reason...make it is the delicate feeling...sort of Victorian or something like that.
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Indeed, all our Love is timeless. Thank you for the kind words.
jen
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This is beautiful, Jen - and so very creative, the metaphors so very fresh and original. I loved the opening stanza... it immediately puts this poem and the object of your affection right in the reader's eyes. Totally beautiful - loved this one.
~ Nicolette
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Thank you, dear Nicolette! This ode to his body may become part of a series of similar particulars if I can do justice to them. Looks like I'll need to do some devoted studying!
jen.
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I like that you mix the truism of 'eternity' into this poem. It seems, to the layman or one who doesn't think much about these things, that it couldn't be true. I just don't believe that it is true, I know it is true.
You have good phrasing.
Peace.
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Let us evermore extend these truths through ourselves, then, in hopes that the layman comes to See.
Thank you for the comment.
jen.
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oh gooood. the TITLE ALONE is breathtaking. not to mention all the words and stuff haha.
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Haha, well thank you for appreciating the small pieces as well as the large.
jen
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"And I'm sure
that to live upon that under-bridge of your expression,
Warm and traffic-less, save the cool passing train of my lips,
will be all the acreage
I’ll ever need."
God, this is a beautiful poem. Whoaaa. 
Wanda
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Thank you for kind words toward my poetry! But alas, the muse is always greater than the poet.
jen.
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Jen,
this has yielded more than I'd expected. You're going to be back soon and we'll talk more about it. I just thought I should tell you here that you're Becoming.
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