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Jessica Elizabeth

Jessica Elizabeth moved from the exotic land of "The Joisey Shore" in 2001 to pursue her lifelong dream of working, creating and breathing in the greatest city in the world, NYC.

As a child, Jessica Elizabeth’s words provided an escape into the fictional lands between pen and page. Seeking solace in her art, she addressed personal struggles with a mantra to be honest, open and willing to render her emotionally-charged work in a movement towards improvement and transcendence as a writer and person. An artist whose chosen medium is the tongue, her eclectic imagery and powerful voice splatter poetry upon life’s canvas leaving her listeners breathless.

Jessica is a performance poet and an active member of the synonymUS collaborative, which offers a monthly series at The Nuyorican Poets Café every 3rd Wednesday of the month. An up-and-coming poet, she was a Showcase feature @ synonymUS' homecoming and was chosen as an Uppercase feature at the louderMONDAYS series.

jnyc0296 at hotmail dot com




Prayer For Spring Thaw

Conversation smolders between us.
Childhood tales spark abused embers
inhibitions scatter ash
across crystalline sky.
No need for clothing
in the deep
of winters embrace.
Our love, fierce
scorches the flesh

I want press my mouth to wrist
let tongue course thru your veins
pucker sour in the valley
where forearm meets bicep
the taste of surgical steel, deceit
and disease fresh on lips.
These adversaries,
the venom of a life regretted
I draw deep into throat
then spit onto crumpled sheets
laden with wistful daisies,
fading yellow centers
flushed from our bodies
entwined in naked celebration,
now wilt in response.

In an act of futility
I attempt to fold you into crude origami
tuck deftly between temperate breasts
will you to purge the demons in your blood
a crimson baptismal,
cleansing us both new.
All the while,
this winter storm
hurls powder filled bags
from the heavens
Barren branches crawl
black against blizzard
wagging a bony finger as if
to chastise me for believing
the fire in this bed could save you...
but we both know it does not work this way.
and your ears perk like that of
dutiful dog at the sound of an intruder
It calls you, I know
Like a mothers shrill voice
pierces gaping hole
into winter play
You a lost boy in the woods
mystified by me,
my flurry of snowflakes
my frostbitten kisses scattered wild
swirling, sensual, beautiful
But it calls you
Needle prick snatches
fog breath from throat
and you, a good son
rip free of this reverie,
forsake the innocence of
snow angels splayed in pair
abandon my image encrusted in the ice
plum rage screaming against white
This is your home!
This is your home!
Fruitless pleas
plucked form the mouth
blown to four corners
of an empty heart.
her call I know,
simply more potent
than my own.

Alone,
snow balled into daisy sheets
the fire crackles a soft
whimper before death.
My exhale imparts hazy loss
onto windowpane
Fingers trace the encrypted symbol
of a diamond within circle
in hopes you might spot it
on your way, shivering
from cop spot to courthouse
and come back to me.
And though I know it does not work this way,Love
Every night
I return
Press nose upon chilled glass
eyes reflect the raging war
of frost and snow
of hopelessness and desire
icicles thick on cheeks
my wanton murmur
raises fresh this beacon
to guide your homecoming.



© Jessica Elizabeth



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