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. 09/03/2019

they left me for dead,
no eye, no tear I could lift to the sky,
shame always befalls me,

no one to blame but me,
I rarely stand tall but keep my balance in check,
I always want my friends to fall in line next,

I've been going through some things on this rocky road,
but thanks for knowing there's never any backbone,
in fact, there's no backbone in this life.

"Only kids play hide and seek", I tell myself,
as I ponder all the dimly lit, hidden places to squeeze my body into

I've never really been afraid of the dark until I try to hide
These empty cold spaces
that hold nothing but vacant memories of the last spider's web where weaving stopped

What's so scary about the dark?
If I carry my flashlight in my back pocket would I be less ashamed?

It's only a game
There's nothing to be afraid of
Yet it's the only thing I actually fear.
Things that go bump in the night always seem to control all the candles

being brazenly bold in the daylight
is easy
all eyes on me and the fleshed persona
that seems invincible
How can you be invisible when you are nothing but seen?

Center of attention
Applause from the stage
Seems as though there is nothing left to seek
It's what I hide from myself in dark
That makes me the most afraid

Fake people don't surprise me anymore, real people do.