when I'm sick
with physical malaise
and pain gives way
to anxiety in waves
of rising panic
you soothe me
with tender care
ease me through
to peaceful calm
tending
so I come to no harm
with you
I feel safe
for you to see me
stripped and bared
of my outer armour
fragile weak scared
returned to
a child-like state
needing reassurance
kindness
and 'there-theres'
to know that
someone cares
I feel it all with you
I feel cared for
nurtured
I feel you
I feel loved
deep and true.

J.C.

From ******* sweet tips
and curve of hip
milky thighs and sighs
of feminine mystique

Its the inner sighs, smiles
and why's,
the mothers touch
that heals so much
the loving reach,
across the breech,
soothes woes of man
she is Woman.

© J.C.

We miss out days of our lives
Slipping into oblivion
Of unrequited words
That were better off unsaid,
Screamed our judgement
Every time our eyes met.
Not a word escaped
Through the iron gates.
Our inhibitions,
The castle’s gargoyles.
Holding us back,
Holding us down
Underwater
Till the world turned ugly,
Bleak and stinking
Of death;
The same as how you lay
In my arms
Unmoving and unfeeling
And now, now,
Those sly words break free
What use are those barriers now,
When you don’t exist anymore?


/written at the loss of a love unsaid/

You need a soul to blame,
To put on your causes of adversity.
So let me offer you mine;
I might drown
Under the tedious current
But at least,
You will float.

In a tank of shrimps
You’re a Moorish idol
You make everything
Look a trifle…

since I’ve learnt of you
you’ve been in my dreams
you sat close to me
I could feel you near
despite image banned
on my nighttime screen…
got no closeup of you
only contours unclear

i've been touching you
with my fingertips
i've been watching you
with half-closed eyelids
through a keyhole
in the dusk of night
through a door gap
in blinding sunlight

not a photograph
but a blurry snap
poorly painted draft
of your silhouette
in the dark of room
we talk tete-a-tete
but your mouth is mute
and I doubt… what’s that?

Is it a cigarette...
or it’s just a pen?
But before I know
I’ll wake up again