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1.4k · May 2019
S.O.M.E.O.N.E. #2
Jayne E May 2019
**** seductive sensual serene super!
Open optimistic orbital original!
Mesmeric moral magnanimous mine!
Emotional exciting empath electric!
Obliging outstanding orator ohh ohh!
Natural naughty neat nice nourishing!
Excellent ****** effusive exceptional!

J.C. honey-tiger 28/05/2019
Another variation on my sweetest sweets pseudynom..'someone', this one each word in the line must also start with the first letter...
983 · May 2019
Smell of the Monster
Jayne E May 2019
WARNING. this poem deals with subject matter that may disturb or trigger some people. It was set as a cathartic exercise for me, by a wonderful wise caring writing mentor of mine, to try help exorcise some historical demons, and in doing so, lay some pain and painful memories, nightmares, etc to rest. It addresses child **** and ****** abuse & torture, so I felt a warning necessary, and apologise in advance for any emotions or discomfort or pain it pulls up.  I don't usually like to offer explanations of my poetry preferring the reader assign their own meaning, formulate their own emotional response, but had to make an exception here.  Thank you for reading, it is often a 'taboo' subject matter, but it needs to be talked about. J.C.x

The Smell of the Monster

It's the smell of a monster,
dressed up as a man
the kind you would smile for,
and extend a hand.
He smells of things longed for,
a confusion occurs.

It's the smell of a day spent
playing at the beach,
of sea, sand, salt and sunshine,
in his tousled blonde hair
like lemon blossoms blown past
on nights summer breeze,
and of the deep dark earth
beneath these trees

It's a whiff oh so small subtle
of pinetarsol and bleach,
maybe that will alert her
to this lecherous leech.

It's of clean skin in sunshine,
it really just smells all wrong,
as he acts out for this child
all that for which his sick head longs

Smell the ******* roughhewn
by his long fingered hands
and the masculine musk
when his limp **** now stands

His sweat becomes acrid
as he applies himself with vigour
smell my tears on my cheeks
as I assume death like rigour,
tasty salty drips
from my cheeks to my lips.

His breath now quick blows
nicotine to my nose,
as he tightens his grip
here I go here I go,
silent calls for my mother
mother, mummy, mum please
and the smell of his ***
was a new scent for me.

Smell now the blood as it drips
down my legs down my thighs,
he has unpealed my screams
deadened my sighs and my eyes.

I can smell my own sweat my blood
and my fear, and now I smell him stronger, as he moves closer near.

Time to clean up this big
mess of me he has made
in the bath filled with bleach,
and disinfectant of pine, imperial leather soap, baby powder and then,
applied Vaseline
to the **** torn clean,
so it's all better for next time
he calls on me,
to return to the horrors
******* to that tree.

For now it's all sweetness, he plays his part well, pajamas and tuck-ins, a kiss on my forehead and then "night night" and one last whiff of his stink, as I lie murdered, in my child's bed
....chasing sleep...

J.C. 13/03/2019.
861 · May 2019
California dreamin...
Jayne E May 2019
PRELUDE
________
[ I would engage but disengaged
enamoured masked fetid cage.
To sit spit splutter to cough it up
spit it all out
all over the pensive penners page
words turned ugly fugly loves pup ]
_________

Alla allua all al alala allis all is
Well that blends the well,
Wait! Wait!
(bit nipply in here)
nope that's not quite it, try,
All is ill that bends will..ok
One more go,
All is well that ends well
Right?   rite!  write? ok, ok,
this has been happenin for days,
pen sieves    
spent    
spinning lines
All over the place,

Whirling dervishes spinning fine
lines crossing, sparkling, in my kind
mind, finds the bind, blinds, then unbinds
Better yet     Get    in     behind
(Aussie shepherds call out)
Oh holy **** dressed up like a duck
Ok..I got this, really I do,
let's seem to find a seam take two,
better yet...mark it...scene set & action!

Bn California dreamin
stealin,
creamn,
little kittys pretty
Vannah & Clementine
their morning rituals feeding lines
a ***** pushing
faucet fed H20
odd observations
one kink 4 kitty cat
prefers to take her water right on tap
still my keys go  
tap   tap   tap
Queen Vannah aloof saunters to lap
to sit to think,
not counter fed drink,
she's way too cool for school,
what were we talking about?
it gets little hard to think
you standing naked
smiling
by the kitchen sink

Ahhhhh...love..the emotions spout,
refer crazy prior lines
fed by loves fire,
tossing feelings
up,
down,
in and out,
twist it,
turn it, up, down
shake it out

there is love of lovers,
there is love of mothers,
there is love of others,
sisters, cousins, friends, brothers
those kind of others
the cliché would say...
"It finds you when you stop seeking"
or,
"expect it when you least expect it"
usually historically my reply maybe,
yawn -
mass conditioning speaking

funny tho how things work out,
how someone says
"how you feeling"
transmutes transcends
to not ok...
then,
just flat out ascends
to big bursting clouds  
bountiful love reeling in,
from a kind word uttered
love
begins,
again

the hearts flower slowly opens
it's the hope
love carries upon it's soft
scented breeze,
it's the joy
love communicates
whilst on her knees,
and the tenderness
felt between them
she, he, the we,
in the squeeze

bunches of fist clutched sheets
bitten lips my heartbeat
thundering in my head
language of panted moans
native to our bed
fingers pressed
the the back of your head
your features lost
between my legs


ahhhh, yes, yes, yes!
loves steady heartbeat
the     thrum    thrum      thrum
wondrous beating
upon loves drum,
and how each new fresh
transformative experience
of love
transcends the past,
as again we relish,
the skipped beats
warm moistened seats,
the play the foray
a new wave way

as sweetly tendered lovely love,
delivers up finely sublime
all soaked delicious
steeped in rhyme,
that elusive now found,
brighter sunny day.
so, to end, what of love?
well,
Id say,
let it play,
oh all for lovely love,
let it play!

J.C. "honey owl" 28/04/2019.
Not my 'usual' style this one hmm...has double roots, it's of endings, and new beginnings brought in upon lovely new loves wings and how love can hit you like a freight train when you least expect it..or when you are not looking for it...and how it can to a degree addled your brain lol
765 · Apr 2019
Winter wishes...
Jayne E Apr 2019
With fickle Freddy Frosts first showing
and the rising of ******* and
limbs fine tactile hairs, laguna,
filaments of sensation *****
quivering and striving
stretching toward a now absent warmth,

she always did have her sunny side showing, bare legs tucked under her
buttocks, leaning back on her hands
under that big Totara tree, face tilting
skyward and sandals kicked aside,

searching out her brighter sunny day
even now, with leaves falling down
the autumnal mix of ambers
Loamy greens and wooded browns
the earth cool and damp underfoot
her naked legs, arms defiant, barely crying for freedom!

Shivered morn's and eve's descend quickly
winters first indicators bringing
a refusal to employ blankets
hope tightly clinging to summers
silk sheets from Portugal,
feather light, soft as air,
just how she likes her thread count
high and expensive, sumptous,
(her pedantic obsession with fine linens)
totally ineffectual as calefactor,
so, she shivers on stubborn as ever,
Stay summer! Stay!

Even her loyal steadfast cicadas
have fallen silent now, summers last guard fallen to shortened days
and longer lonelier cool nights,
it is now she starts to miss a warm body
companionship, a worthy bedfellow
one who will not protest her cold toes
vicious advances on their warmer flesh

The sacrifice well worth the reward
of her warmest, ardent affections
tender embraces and softly spoken
murmurings of love and passion,
her full surrender to your body
with hers, she gives good, good love,
both body and mined soul deep too.

The countdown to clocks pushed onwards
pulls a wustful sigh from blueish lips
she is underdressed, flimsy chiffon
on a day made for heavier cloths
persists with summer daydreaming
of warm strong hands restoring her joy
under cold nights cloaked bed covers,
hot stolen kisses from a winter lover.

J.C. "littlebird" 05/04/2019.
747 · May 2019
Green tea & honey kisses..
Jayne E May 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
My love and I share a love of honey.. He is my honey-bee, my honey-honey, and I am his honey-tiger, his honey-owl, his honey-baby...
733 · May 2019
Lovers of mine...
Jayne E May 2019
Lovers lovers, loves of mine 
taken and given
secrets shared some forbidden
lovely lovers in lovers night

Lovers lovers, loves of mine 
given and taken
hands locked tight in grasp
and beds a shaken

Lover lovers, loves of mine 
given and bidden
looked for in places serect & hidden
nights black embrace
has us ******* in lace

Lovers lovers, loves of mine 
kept well hidden
dark involute arcane mysterious
hushed by lip, cup, sip abstruse

Lovers lovers, loves of mine 
surrendered and loved
sweet tenderest tenderness
deep devoutist feels gifts from above

Lovers lovers, loves of mine 
yielded and sealed
hearts meet in exultation,
sweet delight
jouissance savoured by we,
night after night.

J.C. tiger-baby 12/03/2010
665 · Jun 2019
Her good mind...
Jayne E Jun 2019
Honest sweet intuition
feel no dark
in her good mind
grow more silent
to listen with my tear
is warm comfort.

J.C. honey-tiger  01/06/2019
This was written about my daughter when she was little.
660 · Aug 2019
gratitude #2
Jayne E Aug 2019
gratitude #2

gratitude
an adjustment
of attitude
does not denote
lassitude
or even servitude

thankfulness
over
wankfulness
appreciation
doesn't mean
supplication
subjugation
or
capitulation

A little tolerance
is a lovely thing
A little kindness
over boxing in the ring

being human
regardless of numen
just us humans
being
humane

compassionate
kind
benignant
over
ignorant
m­e me me me
single minded
******* in ego
binded
and so
blinded

sometimes
we need reminded
to be gentle
not necessarily
sentimental
just clement
all...

A little tolerance
is a beautiful thing.

© J.C. 28/08/2019.
605 · Sep 2019
she's falling down...
Jayne E Sep 2019
she's falling down
at steps first stumble
toddlers bumps
a little egghead
learning curves
rough and tumble
she's falling down
from maypoles swing
bodies flung in air
the rush in the ring
flying free no care
she's falling down
sliding into base
jumping hurdles
and sheep
to win the race
she's falling down
the rabbit hole
tied to a tree
by a monster
childhood stolen
innocence broken
at 12 years old
no longer carefree
she's falling down
bending her mind
and space
trying to reclaim
in this world
sense of belonging
longing
to find her place
she's falling down
seeking love of
that one true other
crossing off each one
from the list
as just another lover
she's falling down
as monetary wealth
status
possesions
build up
still running on empty
is true loves cup
she's falling down
she's found him
to true love led
for too short a moment
her true love
suddenly at 21 dead
she's falling down
another monster
comes knocking
life's cruel jokes
leave her reeling
and rocking
she's falling down
as she gets up again
broken faith in man
has her not knowing
where to turn
she's falling down
another lover
one loved true dies
too young
heart bursting
with grief with sighs
nots furled tight in why's
she's falling down
married in love
never felt so safe
before
til she's crawling
the halls
spitting teeth on the floor
she's falling down
keeping it tight
to herself
resigned to the safety
of life on the shelf
she's falling down
been solitudinal
a long time
secure in loneliness
lost in her own rhyme
she's falling down
he's raising her up
loving care
sweet and tender
true communication
of love
fills up at last
true loves cup
she's pulling herself
back up.

© J.C. 25/09/2019.
600 · Jun 2019
Woman
Jayne E Jun 2019
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
585 · Aug 2019
rain...
Jayne E Aug 2019
The rain is broken
it no longer works
no longer lulls me a bye
to sleep
it beats out a new rhythm
one that has me tossing
turning
not sleeping
instead
it beats your name out
to me
relentlessly
reminding me
how I ache for you
as if I'd forget
you are in me now
living in me
in my breaths
in my heartbeats
inescapable
as the rain beats on
I hear you whisper my name

J.C. honey-tiger 22/08/2019. 5.55am
550 · Jul 2019
Bad habit.
Jayne E Jul 2019
Bad habit

the moment
you first sprinkled stardust
in my hair
tenderly
caressed my cheek
the husky morning light
throwing faint shadows
bed sheets scattered
hearts caught
by surprise
then shattered
into shimmering bright
as pre dawn
had me forlorn
lost in your
sweat
my tears
kissed away
your tongues mixology
feeding back to me
my tears and my ***
breeding blending
alchemical lust
the birth of
a bad habit
born out of
a good love
this little bird
stuck
in your gilded cage
would become
locked out by
your inner rage
as madness descended
four lives upended
passion
fighting the good fight
biting back against the strain
of this bad bad habit
loves first bloom
birds singing
before the sun rose
you tearing down
all my defences
raw desire
the fire the fire the fire
in your *****
becoming my ******
scribing incantations
secret spells
of love
of dreams
of wanting
with your ***
on my belly skin
glistening in the
early morning sun
when did the love
mutate to ownership
passion became obsession
your misbelief
my imagined transgressions
tearing the silk at its seams
then on your knees
begging to
redeem redeem redeem
too many heartbeats too late
the light snuffed out
stuffing the ****
in loves spout
sweet turned bitter now
just spit it all out
loves lamb slaughtered
throat cut and bleeding out
spitting my teeth on the floor
of our house built on 'love'
feeling my jaw crack splinter
under the strong hands
that once held me "safe'
'loved' me
wed me
then bled me
dry of all hope
love hanging
choked on the rope
kicking me
to pieces
and me
kicking this
bad bad habit

clean.


J.C. littlebird 03/07/2019
Funny, and not in a haha way, how memories invade our dreams, nightmares a crossover of the two, bitter mixing with sweet....messy breakups, nasty divorce, killing the one you love... Humanity insanity...
486 · Apr 2019
Tick tock monster o'clock
Jayne E Apr 2019
When the clock does tick tock
It does wake you again
in flood the rivers awash
with slithers and withering dreams
of unbidden monsters
counting unpealed screams

it's time to drown slowly
it's time to run fast
no matter her pace never
to outrun the past

filled with earth flavoured
bon bons and beach scented lies
all faithful young child slighted
by his hunters knife

it's a coat of the forest and
a gown of dead leaves
in these sad deathly hallows
my soul he did bleed.

J.C. 13/03/2019 3.30am
478 · May 2019
Golden silence unbroken...
Jayne E May 2019
Golden silence unbroken...

After the thick fog lifts
Having muffled then muted
all of the nights sounds
and the dawns quiet sun rises
dusting golden light
on moistened leaf and petal
golden rays emanate
through exaggerated dew drops
silent morning not quite broken
the pea soup chased fauna away
and the hushed cold pre-dawn
keeps all a slumber
not a sound to be heard
not a bird in flight
or a single dampened leaf
trod on silent forest floor
as golden rays strike
through dew laden branches
casting patterns of dappled
golden sparkling light
all around.....
but to be heard or found....
not one single sound...

J.C. honey-tiger 06/05/2019.
This was originally written in response to a poetic question about "silence" quietness.
Jayne E Mar 25
I need you to settle me down
to sing me to sleep with a lullaby

stroke me to sleep in your
loving arms, emote me to peace
with ardent embraces so sure
wash me free bathed in light
as your shining stars burst more
shimmered droplets glisten bright

wrap me in your body's nurturing light
ease me gently my love thru night after darker night
dust my skin with loving tender hush
then fill me up with hot ardent crush
of your body in my body
my body on yours

I ache for you to lead me astray
in the dark under covers you & me
to be kicked aside all flung away
as our bodies soar alight flying free
fused as one by fiery heat in play

Feed me your love until I choke
blissful I will yield to your desire
breathe me back to life & invoke
with kisses of air to feed the fire
from sweet lips of my loveliest love

I need you to settle me down
to sing me to sleep with a lullaby.

J.C. 24/03/2019
One year, of love, my sweet darling, this was ,  as I know you remember,  the first of my poems you commented on, and the start of a conversation, we are still having now, and I pray, remains in play, until I draw my last breath.  I love you with all my heart, my body, my mind and soul. I am ruined forever for any other but you.  In love, for you my darling Michael. xxxx

P.S. I will post another original new poem to mark our 1 year anniversary, it us a work in progress x
381 · Jul 2019
Tender
Jayne E Jul 2019
Tender.

tender
the sound of my name from your lips

tender
the way you tease me with funny quips

tender
the break in your voice for my pain

tender
the infinite tiny kisses you do rain

tender
the way you never tire of my voice

tender
the sound of your sighs oh how I rejoice

tender
the feel of your breath on my necks nape

tender
the warmth of your arms when we wake

tender
the sleepy vows of love and affection

tender
the communication shared with no deflection

tender
the way you warm up my toes when cold

tender
the desire to be together until we're old

tender
the embraces never ending after our ***

tender
the love we share simple yet so complex

J.C. honey-baby 02/07/2019.
371 · Jun 2019
Tiny kisses
Jayne E Jun 2019
It's the vibration of you
carrying love clear to see
the resonance of two
aligned, us, we, you + me

balance found
the surprising delight of
newly trod fertile ground
the ways we relate
openly communicate
unbinds joy limitless,
and so it abounds

the warmth of your belly skin
against my cheek laid dear
tender caresses do begin
with your warmest embraces
as you draw me in closer, near

breath carried tiny kisses
infinite in number
bringing too
a newly found peace
I am content and renewed
curled in your arms to slumber

emotional landscapes
painted in hues of affection
open hearts open minds
receptive & kind
no need of deflection

or even protection
safe, warm, happy at peace
to discover this sweeter love
and  true loves release.

J.C. honey-tiger 15/06/2019.
369 · May 2019
Sweet mandarin
Jayne E May 2019
For ny honey-bee...

something must be wrong with me
if even eating a mandarin
has me thinking of thee

hot sultry passionate thoughts
not really ones usually fraught
with ***** longings & mind fed scenes
oh lordy, here come the nectarines

I guess it harks back to when you fed
me your luscious fruitful breakfast in bed
did things with fruit that made me blush
talking your sweet time in no real rush
to savour the flavours of every bite
another new chapter for our lovers rites
so now as I eat mandarins sitting in bed

all I see now as juice bursts is you in my head
and as the citrus scent fills my nose
I can't even whisper where my mind goes
to make oneself blush is no mean feat
yet it has me squirming, jump in my seat

no innocent poem about sweet mandarin
rather the undone state you have me in

J.C. "honey-owl" 04/05/2019.
319 · Jun 2019
Karma
Jayne E Jun 2019
When is karma
as anger rises
or we become
Calmer

When is karma
when we fail the test
or is it when
we stand on one
to be higher than the rest

When is karma
as we tread with care
to not hurt another
or oblivious succumb
to the snake charmer

When is karma
when others look and jeer
or when happiness calls
we find our dearest dear
then they all draw near

When is karma
is it as I close last time
your beautiful eyes
or alone in the cold bed
at night I lie

When is karma
is it the perfect dawn
of a perfect cold day
as I wake all safe and warm
when new true love is in play

J.C. honey-tiger 03/06/2019
318 · Jun 2019
Oceans of bones
Jayne E Jun 2019
Night binds me blue in blackened silk
elemental sleep stolen by deadest dark
needing rest, comfort, kindness's milk
sifted tears & sobs do leave their mark

still
cold
black
quiet
feels so solitary stark

no escape hatch though I crave release
as wants pull me unto vapoured arms
no succour here I will feel no peace
only bitter pills and swallowed harms

crested light brings harsher days
tattered remnants of coppered dreams
reminds me its the psyche that pays
as fragile silk tears joy at its seams

harsh
bright
bitter
light
of winters mourn

dawns bring the bitten blinded sighs
a glassed in cage for wing clipped birds
oblivion obscura in the masses eyes
ears deadened to my silence unheard

oceans full of childs supple soft bones
his hunters blade glistens the breaks
the wind whispers tortured moans
the sliced knife tip just takes and takes

endless
deep
black
water
the sea swallows me down

Its serene to the point of painful, pretty
this forest where sprites could be at play
no lighter folly for this game is too gritty
secret lair to lead his new lambs to slay

as these vignettes proxy via my dreams
projector unspools reels sickly unsweet
his breath putrefies unpeals my screams
his scent petrifies my heart shale & sleet

hurt
broken
hollow
husk
brittle
a once fierce heart lays flayed.

J.C. littlebird 07/06/2019.
314 · Aug 2019
helter skelter clock
Jayne E Aug 2019
so much to say
too much to do
much ado
bout what to do
sleeps veil has fallen
from my eyes
it's getting very old
she sighs she sighs
a tale retold too many times
a tale claiming
too many rhymes
spit it up, spit it all out
drag it out quiet
or let it spill loud shout
I'd stuff it back in
if it'd behave and stay
just to quiet the din
but it must have its say
steady rhythm of rain
beating on down
the soundtrack to pain
instead of the drown
tock tick tick tock
of the backwards clock
as time hurtles back
on a helter skelter lock
journey there is fast
but the bide there is slow
locked in vortex past
unable to make the gears go
ephialtes holds me static
no matter how fierce I fight
illusions found erratic
suspirium for dawns light
it's ok it's ok
I'm alright I'm alright.

J.C. baby-owly 15/08/2019 3.40am.
bad dreams, haunted by the past, insomnia.
306 · Jul 2019
California dreamin' rewrite
Jayne E Jul 2019
PRELUDE
_
[ I would engage but disengaged
enamoured masked fetid cage.
To sit spit splutter to cough it up
spit it all out
all over the pensive penners page
words turned ugly fugly loves pup ]
__

Alla allua all al alala allis all is
Well that blends the well,
Wait! Wait!
(bit nipply in here)
nope that's not quite it, try,
All is ill that bends will..ok
One more go,
All is well that ends well
Right?   rite!  write? ok, ok,
this has been happenin for days,
pen sieves    
spent    
spinning lines
All over the place

Whirling dervishes spinning
fine
lines crossing,
sparkling,
in my kind mind,
finds the bind,
blinds, then unbinds
Better yet     Get    in     behind
(Aussie shepherds call out)
Oh holy ****
dressed up like a duck
Ok..I got this, really I do,
let's seem to find a seam take two,
better yet...
mark it...scene set & action!

Bn California dreamin
stealin,
creamn,
little kittys pretty
Vannah & Clementine
their morning rituals feeding lines
a ***** pushing
faucet fed H20
odd observations
one kink 4 kitty cat
prefers to take her water right on tap
still my keys go  
tap   tap   tap
Queen Vannah aloof saunters to lap
to sit to think,
not counter fed drink,
she's way too cool for school,
what were we talking about?
it gets little hard to think
you standing naked
smiling
by the kitchen sink

Ahhhhh...love..the emotions spout,
refer crazy prior lines
fed by loves fire,
tossing feelings
up,
down,
in and out,
twist it,
turn it, up, down
shake it out

there is love of lovers,
there is love of mothers,
there is love of others,
sisters, cousins, friends, brothers
those kind of others
the cliché would say...
"It finds you when you stop seeking"
or,
"expect it when you least expect it"
usually historically my reply maybe,
yawn -
mass conditioning speaking

funny tho how things work out,
how someone says
"how you feeling"
transmutes transcends
to not ok...
then,
just flat out ascends
to big bursting clouds  
bountiful love reeling in,
from a kind word uttered
love
begins,
again

the hearts flower slowly opens
it's the hope
love carries upon it's soft
scented breeze,
it's the joy
love communicates
whilst on her knees,
and the tenderness
felt between them
she, he, the we,
in the squeeze

bunches of fist clutched sheets
bitten lips my heartbeat
thundering in my head
language of panted moans
native to our bed
fingers pressed
the the back of your head
your features lost
between my legs


ahhhh, yes, yes, yes!
loves steady heartbeat
the     thrum    thrum      thrum
wondrous beating
upon loves drum,
and how each new fresh
transformative experience
of love
transcends the past,
as again we relish,
the skipped beats
warm moistened seats,
the play the foray
a new wave way

as sweetly tendered lovely love,
delivers up finely sublime
all soaked delicious
steeped in rhyme,
that elusive now found,
brighter sunny day.
so, to end, what of love?
well,
Id say,
let it play,
oh all for lovely love,
let it play!

J.C. honey-tiger 02/07/2019
Ok this is an edited added to, respaced rewrite...of an earlier piece.  It still may make no sense to anyone but me lol.
304 · Jun 2019
Sleepless again...
Jayne E Jun 2019
My dreams awake to the taste of rust
coppery flavours that eroded all trust
a child's sweeter mind strives to find
a soothe to unlock to free to unbind

history hurling rocks at my tired head
all the years unfolding a sleepless bed
escape routes blocked frozen clocks
the tock the tick backwards knocks

It's brutal this night colder than rest
it's harder this one, a tougher test
cold deep mud dragging me down
cloying my skin peeled by sick clown

his knife runs thru warm blood cold skin
this cold dark hell he has me trapped in
if I could just prise open sleeping eyes
if I could only stifle his laugh to my cries

if I could run thru him faster than light
if only I could've fought with my might
maybe I'd be freer than this cold dark
maybe it'd lighten my heart left stark

J.C. honey-assassin 04/06/2019.
283 · Aug 2019
sleep slip nots
Jayne E Aug 2019
rest slips
sleeps
loosely tied nots
the chasm yawns
as slumber lost
its easy to
forgive
what we forgot
the brain debrides
a sleepless rot
seeps in quiet
at first
then like a riot
logic process bursts
a mind full food
sleep nourishes deep
mistress of mood
our sanity she keeps
night
after
night
spooled reels unroll
an endless thunder
amassing its tolls
in joyless wonder
I'm all rite I'm all write
lip maneuvers say
one more haunted night
feeds
one more daunted day.

J.C. baby-owly-owl 23/08/2019 5.05am.
282 · Nov 2019
wildflower tea
Jayne E Nov 2019
Picking wild roses
lavender
and mint
a bird on the wing
homeward
bound in stems
steeped
and cooled
summer tisanes
from the garden
a little honey
on the tongue
imparts
fragrant
sweet joy
of life

J.C.
Summer is here!
277 · Sep 2019
inbetween the beats...
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.
261 · Aug 2019
tonight...
Jayne E Aug 2019
tonight I miss you
my love intensifies from afar
tonight I miss you
so my dreams are all of you
tonight I miss you
my body knows not what to do
tonight I miss you
with a burning deep need
tonight I miss you
this desire yearns to be freed
tonight I miss you
like honey is to honey bees
tonight I miss you
my love begs on gentle knees
tonight I miss you
with fire tearing at my *****
tonight I miss you
my being burns for us to enjoin
tonight I miss you
in thick black velvet night
tonight I miss you
our love shines light so bright
tonight I miss you
as my lungs need air to live
tonight I miss you
the good good love you give
tonight I miss you
as the birds fly in the sky
tonight I miss you
like the moon pulls at the tide
tonight I miss you
my senses locked on overdrive
tonight I miss you
the tenderness in your kiss
tonight I miss you
darling its you I miss I miss I miss

© J.C. honey-baby 01/09/2019.
261 · Jun 10
prayer for insonmiacs
Jayne E Jun 10
the ways of men
pondered
tears spilled
on the pillow
a poem written
as a prayer
so please
I beg
let me sleep
now
peaceful
please

© J.C.
256 · May 2019
A child renewed...
Jayne E May 2019
A Child Renewed..

Break me beautiful rend and unbend me.
intent seemed pure not to pre tend me
sleek incensed fumed sacred fire
intense repented doused love pyre

break me golden full of shimmered light
myriad colours flicker soft my soul alight
pirrohuetted dance lines guide me in
softer sillohuetted form yields to win

Break me immaculate washed free of sin
prayers fervently uttered all soaked in jinn
exalted humility painted over starry skies
deconstructed ego purified my soul flys

Break me resplendent I am renewed child
scar lines healed all gentle loving & mild
rejuvenated released free to trust again
restored to love and so let happiness win

J.C. 23/03/2019.
Jayne E May 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.
Ok, this is a bit different from ny usual wtite, it was penned in response to very duplicitous, deceitful behaviour... Nasty stuff, and very surprising and hurtful as came from someone I had helped a lot & professed to be my dear friend!
249 · Jun 2019
satellite skies
Jayne E Jun 2019
satellite skies (3 months of love)

satellite soaked skies
stars to unknowing eyes
crossed moonbeams
not quite as they seem
a mistaken cosmic sign
astral bodies do align
our bodies do align

starbursts on leavened tides
I see it as nebulae collide
star to star you + me
the colours my eyes do see
hues myriad your love gifts me

eyes closed sighs aflame alight
you're burning me up so bright
as nebulae collide this night
setting my skin on fire
untempered desire

you
you
you
my love
set all the stars to collide
love shine crystalline in your eyes

infinite fires burn in my heart
our love stands a universe apart
you loved me back from deep gloom
this love is no love in a vacuum

J.C. honey-baby 25/2019
I had reached a place where, I had not so much, given up on love, but was used to being alone, I've never minded my own company, loneliness is not something I've really suffered from. So, I was ok with it, even though, having dipped my toes back in the sea of the possibility of being aligned with another, and had my heart, take a hit after being ghosted, it reaffirmed for me (or so I thought) that perhaps it was better to he alone...then, ironically, through the pain, I met 'someone', neither of us knowing, when he reached out to me, sensing my pain, my sadness, that we would discover, uncover, a connection and bond so deep, that it often hurts deeply just to simply think about touching him, him touching me, holding me, being with him... I never really prescribed yo the whole 'there is one person out there made especially to fit perfectly with you', but I have to reassess that now...after 3 months my/our feelings still grow daily for each other, surprising us both in the most wonderful ways.  You know this is for you my darling honey bee, I know you will read this, I Love you M, more than I thought it was possible to love another, you move me deeply in every way, physically, emotionally, mentally.  You make me so happy it hurts...happy 3 month anniversary baby **
243 · Dec 2019
the cat whisperer
Jayne E Dec 2019
when I see you
petting your beloved cat
and the new big fluffy one
who recently adopted you
cat whisperer that you are
it's not exactly envy
that comes over me
yet I can't help it
when I see
your wonderful hands
in caress
but wish
they were stretching and bending
stroking and tickling
me
discovering
all my hidden places
that when caressed
make me purr
A rough first draft...
242 · Jun 2019
mornings passion
Jayne E Jun 2019
Long before the sun has said hello
your face lays so close on my pillow
your breath carresses my necks nape
this is the way we both love to wake

Flattened palm warm laid on my belly
movements slow we choose to dally
our bodies joined from toes to hips
in sleepiness we let all pretences slip

This is my favoured way to wake
with you knowing I'm yours free to take
so with my body I show you how
I need you to be one with me now

Your breath warm, fervent in my ear
inevitable, no choice, I pull you in near
(draw you to my inner atmosphere)
excited molecules cause quite a reaction
undeniable unfightable hot attraction

My ardent moans and ****** sighs
undo any maybes or hesitant why's
my radiated heat, wetness invites you in
your warm firmness signals let's begin

Slowly deeply hips rolled and ******
no stolen kisses unspoken deep trust
delicious delirious both giving over
surrendering my body to you my lover

Your hand so tender upon my breast
my hand on you 'tween my thighs wrest
passions rising hearts beating harder
breaths short in this our sweet ardour

The world still quietly sleeping without
inside our loves expression plays out
your lips your teeth carressing my neck
my cheeks aflame I am at your beck

I feel your excitement building higher
the ****** the pull the heat of our fire
it brings me on pushes past the breach
desire for release you squeeze my peach

More urgent now still close we hold
movements stronger deeper more bold
I crave to feel your ****** letting go
it triggers my own hot lava to flow

We both are gluttons here it is true
never getting enough me nor you
always needing to push on until spent
smile in soft repose at passions vent.

J.C. honey-tiger (grroowwlll!) 30/06/2019.
https://youtu.be/IORe1Xd4brw

A little ditty about the 'fire'...
239 · Dec 2019
rue the ruse
Jayne E Dec 2019
passion desire love
and where they take us
past the point
that can almost break us
revealed true selves
to never fake 'us'
lean into the bruise
becomes the soothe
trust freely given
defies the ruse
then you were gone
so begin the rues...
not to regret
never to forget
upturn the stage
to make it reset
it lingers long
after the sting is gone
the memory of your kiss
your teeth lips
your fingertips grip
Is it you, or is it that me
that I cry for and miss?

© J.C.
Originally a response comment to another hello poetry poets write...
236 · Jun 2019
Tock...tick...tock...
Jayne E Jun 2019
When the hands of time
get lost in the rhyme
when they pull you back back
and space does crack crack
it's torment in a truckloads ride
with fraught mind nowhere to hide


it's the real life boogey man
showing you just how he can
take you down down in one blink
then sleep is here & on the brink
of hell you teeter totter pirouette
the curtains shut the scene is set


back back you hurl back in time
to the darkest days & the darker nights
it's the ice cream truck that never comes
it's the cold blades glint as warm blood runs
it's the sun shining just over there
it's the monster creeping ever near


when the sun won't rise fast enough
his smooth skin hands bring the rough
and the dance won't stop only the clock
frozen in time backwards tock tick tock
it's the sickening taste of copper & dirt
& knife slices are the least of the hurt


when the scars dont heal just remain
it's the constant bleed the lingering pain
of a child's heart broken & left to rot
it's never enough & its an awful lot
see the world dissovle see trust rust
feed the need inside the want the must
try to grasp on tight a filament of hope
or contemplate swinging rough rope


it's these lines bleeding all over the place
searching seeking a familiar warm face
is it giving in or is it reaching out
or just more my sickened pen to spout
even after he's long & cold in earth deep
it's the knowing I am his forever to keep
my stolen child my innocence my hope
the faint scars left in skin of rough hewn rope.

J.C. 05/06/2019.
Ok so apologies for the 'darker' writes recently, its just how it is when past atrocities rear their ugly head, and thr monster comes creeping into your dreams/nightmares.
235 · May 2019
Dots and Dashes...
Jayne E May 2019
Dots and dashes

Dots and dashes dits  and dahs  
sending coded messages
across 'enemy' lines flung afar
muscle memory might mete out
this coded message of love
for you dearest dear to try work out
the mystery is not in what it says
rather how it transmits and portrays

this brand new thing new joy for me too
in all of my years only now felt for you
my dots & dashes, my dits & dahs  
strives to transmit my love for you dear
when passion colludes is message clear
I try to reign in but my dashes & dots
a mind of their own message garbles lost
as the fever kicks in makes my body rock

confusing I'm sure to the dotless mass
your love is a Morse code masterclass
a language adept secret for thee and me
its symbols & ciphers uncovered by you
transmuted by words whispered near true
and by trembled thigh and shaken knee
a new language clearly has been found
its mysteries shown love clearly abounds

J,C. Honey-assassin 15/04/2019.
Haha, we have our own codes and 'secret' languages... to communicate our love for one another...
231 · May 2019
Moribund.
Jayne E May 2019
this mourning time is here again
shadowed sun rise pale clouds
signals night end once more undone
finds me breathless and moribund

I told you once, twice thrice and four
to shut it tight behind the door
you kicked it open to defy
the rules all broken so here I lie
moribund

glee and wild abandon in your cries
to tie to bind then unbind my sighs
abd blind then unblind my eyes
on edge ledged I teeter moribund

was it good I yield it was understood
but still deceit lies underfoot
pinned at the knees the heart fecund
yet souls entwined do find me moribund

you danced in from the leftist side
all your defiance I did abide
whence in my arms you at last did cry
and felt myself moribund

step back once, twice thrice and four
now remember said shut that door
if kicked again it breaks no bend
and death replaces moribund.

J.C. 19/03/2019.
223 · Jun 2019
Hummingbird hummingbird
Jayne E Jun 2019
Hummingbird hummingbird
you are so sweet
with wings kept at constant beat
tiny legs to weak to stand
80 beats per second is your command
In sonic rapidity you do entrance
all who see & hear this magical dance

J.C. honey- owl 01/06/2019
222 · Nov 2019
cold...
Jayne E Nov 2019
cold
fingers of sticky tar
pressing on
pressure down
a deep dark well
echo chamber
the girl child's sobs
shaken at the throat
his laughter
how he
gloats gloats gloats
cold
steely glinted blades
pressing down
pressure on
a chamber
made of dank air
warm trickle
ruddy blood
mixed with muddy moss
his laughter
gleeful
at her loss loss loss
cold.

J.C. 25/11/2019 - 3.40am
nightmares, flashbacks, abuse, loss
215 · Aug 2019
take me.(he whispered)
Jayne E Aug 2019
take me -
fervent
your voice
breathe me in
- I need you -
growled quietly
against my skin
causing
vellus erectile
the fever to begin
tongues tip tease
dragged on belly skin
lengthy peregrination
until caresses appease
aching yet never wanting
these sensations to abate
to reach the culmination
be settled and satiated
inner storms begin
as fault lines shiver
then start to crack
each kiss you deliver
tongue untied tripping
the light fantastic
slowly down my back
cumulonimbus burst
pulse thunders in my head
those fault line breaths
feed the rumble
and shake of our bed
tremors begin
amid the toss and tumble
the gentle earthquake
starts
raising shiver to shudder
tremble quiver & shake
twin beating hearts
as the world dissolves
breaking down my walls
brick by brick
my honey
gives such visceral
real love - baby
this no simulacrum trick
climactic colours fulminate
kaleidoscopic
behind my eyes
when you draw out
deep ******* sighs.

J.C. honey-baby 02/08/2019
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..
202 · May 2019
The Last Guard
Jayne E May 2019
The Last Guard

He is valiantly soft persisting
the last guard he stands resisting
My lone cicada holds post fast
As summers last day has now past

His rhythmic chirp my metronome
reminding me I am in his home
as if he knows my need of him
he lingers firm not upon a whim

It signals me my place is small
in the greater scheme of natures all
his droning songs feed every verse
I know I'm dust speck in this universe

The time to take, to bleed our home
of all Her bounty her fertile loam
has long since expired now so will She
if we do not stop the bleed, let her be

It well may be too late as is the case
As 'man' frantic sets off on space race
Seeks out a new fresh and outer world
To what? Again his poison gas unfurl?

If we have killed her slayed our Mother
beyond the point of lasting recover
harsh it may seem but our bed we made
now lie in it is our future paved and laid.

For my children's children I do softly cry
teach them, beseech them to know why
our lovely Mother is coming fast undone
man will lose it all until remains no one.

We failed her failed indeed to set aside
our hunger and greed sure did override
now my last cicada stays to remind me
it's his home too nature will outlive "we"

J.C. honey-tiger 06/05/2019.
Jayne E Jun 2019
It's one of those days
in no good way I'm shaking
from deep in my core
I'm shaking
been yelled at hissed at
It's one of those days
in no good way I'm weeping
from deep in my core
I'm weeping
been spat on shat on
it's one of those days
too much to do too undone to do it
got rained on nay hailed on
beaten up by nature man and
the universe
It's one of those days
told I write ****** verse
many expletives used to curse
Ok I give up
roll in the hearse
it's one of those days
I get it I'm a *******
for human consumption not fit
so pass me over on me spit
it's one of those days.
toss me aside I'm just anti matter
a toying thing emotions scatter
while you're there put the boot in too
It's one of those days
make me oil at your service
go on, go ahead I deserve it
for daring to breathe to even think it
for opening up then believing
it's one of those days.

J.C. honey-tiger 13/06/2019.
Ok so this is slightly edited but written more than a few months ago, on a particularly bad day.. just a contrast piece really, we are all so much more than just our lyrical lovely lines of love..right...? Write! **
198 · Oct 2019
holiness in the sighs
Jayne E Oct 2019
holiness heard
between the sighs
speaking in tongues
untied untithed
united bodies
fused in heat
god whispers
softly in my ear
says my name
your voice I hear
replete
replete
heaven revealed
behind my eyes
as fractal colours
burst within sighs
my love utters
prayers of devotion
elixirs mixing
to loves potion
dissolving walls
breaking ceilings
oh holy morning
our souls revealing

© J.C. 30/09/2019
****** synesthesia...love...
184 · Aug 2019
breaking the jar
Jayne E Aug 2019
I once was something
that I am not now
too much shock
to the system
caused a retreating
away from the world
into myself

A solitudinarian
while my systems
shut down
preparing to reboot

a cocooning occurred
followed by
metamorphosis
then transformation
reordering of
damaged cells
damaged goods
a regeneration
following
the assasination
of my juvenescense
by his malefic mind

6 years
living in the jar
hermetically sealed
spinning silken threads
around myself
tears hardening the shell
impenetrable
invisible
making myself small quiet
wanting to be unwanted
looking to be unnoticed
retired from a life not yet begun
necessity for survival
dictated the state of play
all the while thinking feeling
questioning
then throwing away
all my mislaid assumptions
my mantra

* I want to be happy
a happy life
I will not let him have it
my life is mine
my joy is mine
my freedom is mine
he has taken enough
I am taking happiness back *

an unremarkable day
the day I woke up
revivified
able again to draw a full breath
without flinching
without waiting
for his reaction
I ran in the park barefoot
I swam in the ocean
laying on the beach after
toes in the warm sand
the sun drying me
free
a child again renewed

J.C. honey-tiger 16/08/2019. 4.44am.
historical abuse, retreating, healing, stolen childhood, freedom, self healing,
183 · Sep 2019
dying
Jayne E Sep 2019
there'll be
no saving it
not any
the entire orb
overloaded
toxins too many
coadsorb
supersaturated
then abraded
gone far too bye
alas too late
to buy time back
no turnaround
11th hour saving
or magical miracle
in denial of why
our planets health
status - critical

we did
what we did
yes we did
mine
blast
pollute
shift axis
misuse & abuse
bleed her dry

it is mans(kind)
turn for him
be to wither
carbon nation
in degradation
rock stars erosion
chemical illusions
a weathering of time

Mother earth
will rejuvenate
do (the) over time
yielding to years
millions (billions?)
once more
but...only....if... then...
sans **** sapiens
a non negotiable must

torpid audience enervate
we (manunkind)
made the earth
into 'progresses' *****
pimped her out
for a TV dinner
a 100 inch flat screen
a remote control life
instant gratification
homologating toxic emissions
no ratification
given by nature
override permissions
ego over easy
(supersize default position)
greed gone greasy


not today
not tomorrow
not next year
not
100 years from now
but in a time
long after you
long after me
when we and
our offspring
(& theirs & theirs...)
long dead too
earth will reset herself
hostile to human life
yes **** sapiens
lease on this fractured land
will for sure expire
but the planet will regenerate
and survive
destructions fire

©J.C.

mother earth will have the last laugh...
181 · Aug 2019
3am once again...
Jayne E Aug 2019
3am once again
pushing out the crumpled corners
unfolding
the fabric of time
unfurling
its cold arms
then wrapping me
in its icy embrace
tightly
nightly
instinctively
I reach out for your sleeping form
seeking
hoping
to feel your arms instead
wrapping around me
tightly
warm
the empty sighs
of the empty side
of the bed moan back
the rain
hammers on outside
assaulting my windows
making the want deeper
feeding the ache
in my *****
the need to feel you
filling me up
with your body
with your love
3am
once again.

© J.C. honey-tiger 21/08/2019. 3.33am.
Insomnia, bad dreams, haunted by the past,
176 · Apr 2019
Awake or Dreaming?
Jayne E Apr 2019
Am I awake or am I dreaming?..
'reality' can be misleading
So let's strip it down
Take it back to source
Soul searching - √ (tick) done
It's pivotal(pineal?)
Of course!
Je pense donc je suis
Of that I'm sure
Hold on...dreaming? Awake?
Unsure once more
Come on _ give me a break!
Oh lordy Lou my brain is Swiss cheese
Misfiring synapse perhaps?
Brain freeze?
Relapse?
Deja Vu?
Phew!
Methinks (not again!) I am _
am I?
Or just overloaded jeez
Did someone mention cheese?
Yum yum __ yes please!
Hmmm
more likely I just need
A summer holiday nap!

J.C. "little meep" 25/04/2019.
174 · Jun 2019
Love in the afternoon
Jayne E Jun 2019
Sweet heart of mine
this is our zenith time
our halcyon days
filled with summer wines
from plump grapes on the vine
embraces most ardent
love taken under the sun
with you my lovely love

****** to Alcyone
your valored love
vanquished with great ease
all storms and high seas
lends peace to these our
passioned fields of adulation
no anchor to set ground
or landfall be found
for all else
but lovely loves love

my soft cheek I did press
to your devoted chest
you nuzzled at embonpoint breast
so tenderly at lovers rest
souls raised lofty on high
incandescent bodies in flight
made from pure golden light
lucent shimmering with bliss
we in union, none sweeter than this
you and I, my lovely love

I surrender, fervently I'm lost
in your deep eyes so intense
burnt amber depths of mercy
feed my soul no relent
bodies vibrant resonate as one
passional energy sparkling
runs through us with ardent intent
our love feels aeons old
never cold and none more bold
than this my lovely love

rolled tumbled tangled by waves
crashed and dashed under again
your body my beacon of shining light
renders me willingly tender your slave
unto you, my lovely love

For no peace can be made,
lest you set my body aflame
at passions peak call out my name,
all my wild fires beg to be tamed,
by you, my most lovely love.

at rest in lovers sweet embrace
body to body now interlaced
all my edged nerves now made still
drenched quenched by your elixir philtre
glistening sweet honeyed drops
dripped on hot skin sated all soft
is all that remains of our tenderest
afternoon filled with lovers delight
your head laid tender upon my breast
our eyes shining with loves light
my most lovely love.

J.C. honey-tiger 30/06/2019.
Jayne E May 2019
Summers morn in my garden
the red admirals all in flight
as they waft on a light breeze
wings catch sun a visual delight

Ive watched them morph
from chrysalis on swan plant
in my garden many grown
so delicate they do enchant

We call them monarchs
wings opaque fiery red
as I work over my garden
they flutter around my head

one lands on my shoulder
while I dig the hard ground
sits drying it's wings
just hanging around

does it know me as guard
of its fibrous womb
spun as diaphanous thread
until time comes to bloom

Breaking to fly free
from hard chrysalis shell,
a gift of true beauty
wings aloft high & well

delicate in wafting flight
mass migraters from
the Gulf of Mexico now
wouldn't that be a sight.

content for now with
this my quite lovely swarm
as I lie back eyes skyward
in the grass all soft, all warm.

J.C. honey-tiger 22/02/2019.
I grow swan plants in my garden have done for years now, the monarch, or red admiral caterpillars live this poisonous plant to.eat and make their chrysalis' on.  Its a delight when they hatch in Summer.
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