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Jihad of the heart
by Julie Adams
no longer on enemy lines, but
still ducking in bushes
planes overhead
sniffing out land mines
this love
this war
nightmares play games
in my head
in slow motion
in daylight, even.
Poor young veteran
lost overseas
my eyes travel
they escape
they overcome
and though I have been wounded
the battle within
will not consume me
and though my heart is weary
I have rations to share
to warm our bodies
to light our loins
to lick from fingertips
and nipples
and forgotten flesh.
In strange lands
bombs become fireworks
exploding in sync
with explosions you cause
within me
but be warned--
I fire back
I will torture you
if you let me
tease you
tempt you into submission.
Then prisoner
of war, of love
I will pin you
with my tongue
until my heart betrays me,
leaves me off guard.
I will allow you to escape
into the night
but the war still wages on
and come dawn
the hunt begins again.
10/06/2002 Posted on 10/06/2002
Copyright © 2024 Julie Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 10/11/02 at 02:17 AM You clothe this poem with burlap and silk and make them compliment each other. Jewels, your poetry seems to flow from your heart like the huge spring that creats Dunns River Falls in Jamaica. |
| Posted by Tim D Livingston on 11/07/02 at 03:44 AM That's intense. Awesome imagery and self-insight. |
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