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Jayne E Sep 2019
in the monsters mouth
hairpin trigger prised apart
breathe in his breath out
waiting game monster tick tock
daring you to steal his nerve

J.C. 24/09/2019
Playing a little with Tanka form, 57577.
Jayne E Sep 2019
the pull to you
in slumbering peace
sets my nerves
on fire
to be held by you
in loving embrace
sparks flames to
deepest desire
to kiss your lovely face
withhin your dreamscapes
infects my heart
with joys bright fire.

© J.C. 24/09/2019.
Michael, this is for you, my true love xxxx
Jayne E Sep 2019
coasting at the coast
cape runaway
beckons
just past the breaks
summer morning vista
seen from our bed
through sleepy
summer holiday eyes
still
I can see the foam
crashing on the rocks
that feed the churn
between the capes landfall
and rocky outcrop

I remember the thrill
first time I steered us
around those rocks
the strong current pulling
and rocking the boat
you too ******
to navigate us safely
first time I'd driven the boat
I remember
the powerful engines(2 twins)
straining against
the undertow
trying to pull us into
a rocky jagged death
you were oblivious
kept sliding your hand up my thigh


I could feel the bow
dipping toward the crag
then the boat being tossed
toward equally rocky foreshore
it was a push me pull you dance
you blissfully ignorant
hammered
reaching for another cold one
one hand trying to find a way
inside my shorts

I remember
having to put it in reverse
full throttle
then cut it quick
to roll out of the pit
with the flow of the undertow
then gun it to clear water

I remember
being mesmerised
enticed
by the eddied
turbulent water

I remember
thinking
I could just let it go
and dive overboard
alone
a strong sea swimmer
trained surf life saver

I remember
looking
seeing
the path through the rips
counting the beats
between the crashing waves
knowing
I could easily make it
alone


I'd swum through pain before
my shoulder still burned
you almost ripped it
out of the socket
my fingers traced the lump
and fissure
under my hair line
where you'd smashed my head
into the wooden door frame
over
and
over
your fist a handful
of my hair
seeing stars and tweety birds
tasting blood
from biting my lip
and my tongue
staying on my feet
refusing to crumple
before you


Christmas night
before we left for the coast
boxing day morning
at 6am


I remember
thinking

I don't love you anymore

I remember
thinking

youve made
a slaughterhouse
of our love

I remember
thinking
I'm better than you
than this urge
to hurt you back
so you'd understand
how deep you hurt me

I remember
thinking
I don't want to be like you
and steering us
both
safely home.

J.C. 13/09/2019. 12.22 am (Friday 13th)
Where the bay met open water, the pacific ocean, at the point of the cape, a small rocky outcrop, perfectly positioned to cause a small but deadly patch of water between the outcrop and rocky foreshore...it had claimed several boaties lives over the years..
Jayne E Sep 2019
hauntings & how they roll
ghosts how they
collect the toll
once in place
inhabiting space
in the padlocked
and dusty corners
of packed away tight
out of time mourners
the mines of the mind
hide ghosts
shadowed and shaded
packed away
filed under hurt and jaded
upgraded for new joys
but not forgotten
as is ghosts ploys
to appear after their
day is done
has you thinking
you've finally won
then as quick
as a whip
with head fuckery
time does slip
back
back
back
to undead days
when non-ghosts
smiles sneers smack
long hours spent at play
in a finger snap
a branch crack
a drop of pain
the aperture opens
once more
and with it
the pasts door
flung open wide
and bare
daring you to dare
look that ghost in the face
boldly refute
its cold embrace
remember
remember
remember
the pain in truckloads
your heart charred
blackened ember
turn away
from the memory
walk away
from the feeling
stop your broken self
from reeling
a ghost
is just
a ghost
apparition
at most
one thing just
leads to another
another's pain
feeds the rediscover
transports you
back
back
back
time line shifts
then cracks
temporary possession
by pasts ghosts
procession...
let it go
let it go
let it go....

J.C. 12/09/2019.
Jayne E Sep 2019
Its in the beats
the in betweens
staccato breaths
the staggered sighs
all nots are slipped
liberating why's
as pulses thrum
cheeks do flush
loves rhythmic drum
obeys no rush
gifting time to the need
on gentle knees
supersaturation
feed crystals seed
fractal light ignites
behind my eyes
glistened drops of light
unbinds sinewed ties
all felt in between
the pumps and beats
our rising passion
turns up the heat
fused together
dissolving walls
time cracks and shivers
as fervent breaths rise
to sighs ecstatic falls

J.C. 11/09/2019.
Jayne E Sep 2019
Aurora

* * * *
Green fire in night sky
oxygen excites takes flight
pulse racing hearts sigh

* * * *

J.C.
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