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Jasmine F. Sims

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my hMy love leave slow

Linger on threshold

Waiting

Cast your voice in my oceans

Bait the hook with that tone

I can guarantee a good catch

Love is a haunted house

Ever since you & I cross this threshold

Things from our past been creeping out the shadows

I can’t give you the world

But I’ve got these hands

Claim them as your own

when yours are too weak

Too shame-filled to fold in prayer

I’ll bow palms on your behalf

I got you

I need my love brought to a slow boil

Soften the callused soul

Resurrect the flavor of a wounded heart

I don’t want this love of mine to be another place

you feel you can’t be yourself

Ain’t no stages here

Could you get the zipper on this strength?

it’s been hard to breathe

help me ease into something

a little more comfortable

like my humanity

Love is an ocean

Its depths unsearchable

Floats you to the surface

Waves an applause for

all the storms you’ve sailed

I’ll be your sky

Your ocean

You will not be the next man

You are the only

My past of rough drafts has written me just for you

I won’t be putting all my time where it ain’t invited

I’m teaching my affection not to overstay her welcome

I can speak your language

just be patient enough to love me in lessons

If I crack open my hours & make room for you

Will you waste it?

’ve wielded words into weapons

But for you

I admit

I slip & fall into mundane love

I wasn’t looking but somehow

I found you

My limbs fold a bedtime of your speech

I am well rested

I want a garden of love - so full

We leave no room for ego to bloom

Peace like weeds

choke it out at the root

This poem is not in the book but it is a favorite.

I love you . . . but

getting all this applause only wanting an encore of your smile

believe her

You got me asking God about you

it's time for my poems to learn of me

I don't mind a nervous love

If words were magic

I wanna fall . . . slow

when I say I love you . . . I mean

Love me like you've been hurt

if you catch me staring, I am making a metaphor worthy of you

where do i go when you feel like home

I think I felt God smile the first time I brought your name to prayer

Love

Has made a fool of me

Time & time again

But the wind always outlives the mountain

I’ll fall in love with your backstage

My cheeks blush at you in process

Save your perfection

Keep your finale for the strangers

I’ll take you nervous • unsure

You’re sweetest with typo & error

With your bedroom light in place of the studio

With your morning voice before the effects

Before the tea can clear up your intention

It’s honest

Easy on my affection

Vulnerable

I like you like that

So come here,

Leave those edits at the door

Audio of my latest poetry book, Backstage (a collection of love poems)

This is a collection of love poems. No matter where I went to perform or the vast topic I’d explore with my pen, I always found my way back here, to love. It was the place I felt most at ease, safe and soft. I wanted the fluff, glam, and hard and messy parts of love to find a place in these stanzas.

I think love, good and true is an unavoidable desire that we all have, so here on these pages, I hope you find hope and company wherever you are in this journey of life and love. I hope you see the love that surrounds you beyond romance.

In this episode I break down my spoken word piece about becoming a woman. The poem is available on steaming platforms.

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As women we often wear our strength as a badge of honor, it is often the source of our value. We are so much more than our ability to suffer and fight.

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