at 4 in the
morning the sun
is never up
but i usually am

i worry
about things
that are out of
my control
even more about
things that are

get up early
when i work
and earlier
when i don’t
the older i get the
more i learn
sometimes you
need to cry it out

alone
at night
into your pillow
the blankets
wrapped all
around you

sometimes you
need to cry
and cry
and cry

until the morning
sun falls across
the tears dried
under your lashes

and the lump
in your throat has
dissolved so you can
breathe with ease

you need to get up
let hot water
wash it away
let the steam rising
from your mug soften
any sorrow left around
your morning eyes
take a deep breath
don’t mention it
to anyone

and
just
keep
going

i will
just
keep
going

Its just words laid on the page
how we feel in our own spiel
keeping it real, on love, loss, rage
the penners pen scribing a path
along loves true way or
drawing a laugh
whichever way
you like to play
with word
heard
or silent
soft or violent
building with our lines
strings of projection
seeking depth of connection
reaching in or reaching out
all is positive when ink does spout
its a penners way of working it out
what we write and how we feel
the reader seeing feeling
a different deal
perspective
can be
subjective, reflective, objective
it is for me predominantly
cathartic, a soothe, a salve
at times the release valve
writing, to me,
feels like a biological necessity
either simple or in complexity
pick up the pen
or
reading the lines
trails of emotion
one word at a time.

J.C. 26/05/2019

Duplicity...
Its messy oh yes
and when the hound
refuses to confess
at best refutes indignant
the treachery then significant
when its plainly calculated
evidence piles up, saturated
deceit creeps in sideways
lies lay down on the page
under the guise of "oh so sage"
throwing up hands in mock rage
what to say? what to do?
stoop down there in your dirt
scoop it up to expose you?
or just let it slide slither
like your shed snake skin
to wither on dry forked tongue
ethics loose and low hung
to fade away for another day
of "oh woe"
no one around to stroke your ego!
oh yes I know how it rolls
that two faced scene
been read and it is obscene
professing elevation
but disdain is the revelation
caught in the trap
fly to Venus
or just to spew up vile bile
most heinous...
to speak of love is one thing
to act with love another
lip service cheap
served up on tap flowing
when the yeasts not risen
open the oven not knowing
and it falls flat on its face
finds you amidst a schism
not of your making
just a set-up
ripe for the taking
well, I guess,
I do digress
crux of the matter is
no time for duplicity
my roll is with loyalty
so all this messy messed up prose
just too obtuse
for those who stick up their nose.

J.C. honey-tiger 25/05/2019.

My baby feeds to me
foods of love
coats my lips
with sweet honey
drips
love
off his
finger tips
his tongue
warm wet sticky
explores my mouth
kisses
little bites
***** & licky
my love
my honey-bee
my honey-honey
gifts me warm
green tea kisses
green tea
mix with honey
makes the sticky
a little runny
his warm
wet
mouth
his fingers
and curious tongue
persist
insist
with love
slow dancing
in my mouth
too delicious
to resist
industrious
my honey-bee
my honey-honey
meticulous
he kisses
licks
*****
clean
all the honey
my honey-bee
my baby baby
my honey honey...

J.C. honey-tiger 25/05/2019

Let's begin
This is not for lust but rather desire
engage and ignite
united ****** fire
I want your eyes on me now
As I slowly undress
Yielding my body to you
To feast upon first with those
most intense hungry eyes
As I step slowly out of my
light summer dress

Unloosing my hair, tumbling tresses
fall down over shoulder,
as skin starts to  tingle
already a smoulder
with thoughts of what's yet to come
My lovely, my lover most lovely
we have only just begun

My breath is all tremble
as you watch me undress
delicious, delirious,
salacious unbearable bliss

Run the back of your fingers down
naked flank to my thighs
trail your fingers back up now,
the length of my spine

Now pull me to you
with firm tenderness
to feel
your every caress
your skin your skin your skin
on my skin, my skin on your skin

Kiss me deep as you hold me
pressed tight hip to hip
and ignite me now fully with
fingers and lips,
tongues dancing between us
hands lost between thighs,
so begins the beginning
of moans, ardent sighs

The need becomes urgent
shudders form deep within
I need you to taste
the graceless state
you have put me in,
I'm begging you to release me,
as the earthquakes begin

You give yourself to me
time for restraint fading fast
neither quite sure how much
longer we can last

It's now I do show you how all
my colours unfold,
it's now that
you teach me your secret  
armour fou flying bold

arms hooked under my thighs
backed up to the wall
fully with me intense
does begin my great fall

as rapture increases,
breaths both coming fast,
I cling to you perfervidly,
the hot fiery rush of release
has me fraught
thundered pulse in my head
surrender at last,
here it comes,
here I ***,
ahhhhhh....
I die I am dead
La petite Mort.

J.C. 25/02/2019

Come dance with me love
on this magical night
under the Aurora Australis
breathtaking polar light
a sight of beauty indeed
the vista of night sky
Southern lights firing
as solar winds feed
magical light show colours fly
snow beneath our feet forgotten
as breath freezes in the air
magnetic energy excites oxygen
caused by beautiful solar flares
come dance with me my darling
forgetting all our cares
under this rare gift from the Sun
although seen in the dead
of a freezing winters night
come lay in the snow
all cold now forgotten
as our pounding hearts take flight.

J.C. 23/05/2019.