Pictures Of You(Alternate Title--Perfection)--A "By Josephine McRose" Series(A New Name I've Thought Of Writing Under--Family & I Came Up With The Name About 12 Years Ago----I'm Experimenting Here With A Different Style--More Similar To The "Story" Like Style I Stared With Years Ago)--What I Do Here--Is Only A Little Of What I Do When I'm Not On My BLog

Your delicate touch,

you move me

like a freight train.

Your gentle voice,

booms 

in my ear,

from 

behind me,

rattles in my

rib cage.

Your soft skin,

sharp, 

like a blade,

cutting hot

against my

skin.

Your smell,

oh, 

your smell,

in my heart,

a 

scent I can't 

identify,

a smell

I can't

wash from 

me.

That face,

those 

eyes,

that look

at me,

follow me,

know me too

well,

pick me out

of a 

crowd.

That breath,

in my ear,

coming so 

fast,

short gasps,

pounding 

against 

me.

Time,

your

time,

stands still,

slows down

with me,

holds me 

here,

fascinates me,

shows me

pictures 

of

you.

I first started writing poetry yrs ago.

I started writing--Well, since I can remember.

See--writing--Visualizing--That's what works for me. To see--Literally--Is what's in my head. Words--Phrases--Those are foreign--Don't feel right--& I struggle to use them. I always have.

Now--I can talk your ear off--I can tear you a "new one" heard around the world--But To sit down--& Really tell you how I feel--That's not the same thing. Not for me anyway.

So--Here we are--As I sit here--& You sit there--I show you a bit more of what I really do.

I write--Like I see. I draw the same way. I sit in a "Matrix" like room--In my mind--& I see what's in there. What's me. And I turn it round & round--Literally--Until I've shown you all that's there.

I'm pleases to say these things out loud--Because it's who--& What--I really am.
Maybe a little strange--Maybe not unique at all. But it's...Simply me.

I hope to bring some more of "Josephine McRose" to you--Show you where it all began. Where all these people--& They really **are** people to me--Where these people you see here--In my Blog--began. They're just who's always been there--In a different place--In a different time. But they are--Essentially the same--As they were over 10 years ago--& Who they've always been--For me.

So--Please--Feel free to stop on in--Take a look around.

You may see something familiar--Something you can recognize--Maybe in yourself--Too.

We **all** have a little world inside--That likes to play when we're alone. I just draw back the curtains a bit--& Let you join in. :)

Where You Are--A.Z. Rains Series(Different style developed by chance--Listening to Techno/EDM on earphones)

RAIN

ON THE STREET

THE SOUND 

OF IT

FLOODING.

I LOOK BELOW ME

YOUR SCENT

IN THE AIR.

I CLOSE MY EYES

& I CAN STILL

SEE YOU 

STANDING THERE.

I FIND MYSELF

WALKING 

DOWNSTAIRS.

THE RADAR

IN MY HEAD

GOING OFF.

THE RINGING

IN MY EARS

THE SOUNDS

OF YOU.

RED FLAGS

OH NO.

BEACONS.

THAT'S WHAT 

YOU ARE.

SIGNALS

I PICK UP

IN MY SLEEP.

FEEL 

YOU

CALL ME

NO MATTER 

WHERE YOU ARE...

Again--Black Series

The Taste 

of you on

my breath.

The Sound

of you inside

my head.

The Feel

of you still

on

my skin.

The Heartbeat

I 

still hear

ringing

in my 

ears.

Your Voice

in my 

mind's eye

I keep

hearing even

when 

you're gone.

This Memory

of 

you

in my heart

I 

keep repeating

again

and

again

and again.

Because Of You--Black Series

Your taste

in my heart

lies there

like a 

memory.

The feel

of your fingers

on mine

a gentle 

caress 

in my 

mind.

That look

to see if

I'm still there

as if 

I would ever

leave 

you.

Sounds

echoing in 

my ears

the constant

droning of

the world

outside

disappears.

Your smell

sinking into me

changing 

my very DNA

who 

I am

what I've

become.

I sit here

washed

cleansed in 

you

bathed 

in 

your soul.

Sanctify me

I ask

but you

always reply

I am

what you've 

made me

I only

exist

because of

you.