I remember
long car trips
in the back of the jag
bench seats like beds
the smell of
walnut
and rich red leather
being lifted in slumber
not sleeping but sleeping
half awake moments
a quilt to cover
draped warm & heavy
over my childs body
falling asleep
with the smell of the ocean
stars twinkling by
in the passing
evening sky
the rushing of air
through
windows cracked
to the traveling night
I remember.

© J.C.

he brings me peace
wrapped up in love
his love is tender sweet
we fit together as hand in glove

he knows just such
to soothe me right
and when I need his touch
to be strong with might

he found me blue
bruised petals torn
knew what to say and do
to chase away my forlorn

he has ruined me now
for any other ever
with the love he endows
a bond too strong to sever

he is more than a good man
my respect for him grows
depend upon him I can
as he can me he knows

the love he gives is so good
forever my heart his to keep
at last love manifest as it should
forever I am his little meep

© J.C.

You're out there
spinning galaxies
with fine tipped fingers
compressing time
then
stretching it out
into gossamer fibrils
casting each
diaphonous strand
into a perfect
jordans curve
infinite
ideal
iterations
looping
into each other
incessantly
less maven
more childlike
and lost
endlessly striving
to rewrite all those
coded memories
becoming
cocooned
confused
soffocating
and bruised
trapped
by your own
woven web of
shimmering lies.

© J.C.

I thought about you
today
after many
introuvable years
you sifted back
dropping down
like dew
from the aethers
your scent
circumferent
once more
I thought about
when we first met
a day party
in eden
how I sensed you
before I saw you
how you felt me
before you found me
hiding
in the light
& once again
we became
satellites
orbiting
a 1000 year old
love

in your eyes
I see my eyes
reflected
my spirit flies
through aeons
flying
in and out
of love
with you forever.

©J.C.

dappled morning light
the gentleness
of early suns
flickering through
leaves
dancing on a summer breeze
filtered rays
curtains drawn tight
against the intruding day
your steady breath
dusting my skin
will always be
how I want to wake
your sleepy voice
gentle
pulling me
into the new day
pulling me
into you
I could stay here
like this
entwined
with you
letting day fall into night
and night bloom into day
the world beyond our window
dissolving
I would if we could
stay here
breathing you in
my oxygen
the falling stars
of your kisses upon my skin
firing my heart
with love.

© J.C.

Of artists blocks
and charcoal pencils
lines drawn
blackened white
with hearts the stencil
gouache pastels
in dusted hues
smudged
whetted thumbs
by moistened lips
colours gently bruised
with fingertips
stroked by brushes
firm tipped certain
outside the frame
of loves drawn curtain
softly washed
in watercolour fade
the painter plays
loves serenade
emboldened strokes
in oils dramatic
his canvas laden
replete
climactic

© J.C.

It is important
that you know
just how much
you matter
regardless
of tempers flared
boundaries shattered
I've loved you
since
before you were born
all the joys we've shared
at first
just a fluttering tremor
always awake before dawn
then somersaults
and kicks in your dad's ribs
thru my belly
hard not to remember
but when I lay
a certain way
that warm September
just you and me
alone in peace
tranquility
so still
as a belly bump
you would be
sleeping inside me
as I slept too
just we
in harmony
perfect symmetry
you
taught me
the true essence
of happy

J.C.