What hope I'm holding onto my silence!
My words are calling me to release their own spirit from my hope!
My eyes can't see other thing than something labeled "love"!
My breathes are looking for that smile that meant for me!
My heart beats calling her face in the dark night to spark like star in the sky!
My pulses... here with her face remembering those eyes with unspoken words!
My thoughts.... here with her silence calling the world of spirit to tell me your secrets!
My longing.... here with her unseen worries, asking angels to hold her heart gently...

Those first touches, caresses
So gentle, so light I thought you a ghost
And yet how could I ever miss you
With your cold beans and your microwaved toast
I can't remember when they started,
But I will never forget them turning into something more
Accidental marring and patterns traced
You never knock normally on my door.
Touched aren't ghostly when everyone leaves
A night of mad men is making me mad
Game of Thrones was just a pretence; you knew.
It was exciting and safe, your nerves made me glad
Because our tentative exploration developed so fast
Practice makes perfect,
Mutual inexperience was cute
We learnt of our actions and we learnt of each other
A background film was certainly astute
You made your mark and I made mine
You teased, you were subtle, my arm shows your line
My canvas, your neck, headphones hide the divine
My bra covers all, on your eyes mine do dine

i had a dream,
we were older---

i was pretty and you
had
become gentle,
and i remember looking
into your eyes and
smiling, and it was a new
sort of
calm,
but it hurt/ because
it wasn't the same,
and i realized
that understanding
is
different from
moving on.

Gentle, soft
       like a kiss
            a mist
                  from heaven
Rain......................................

Cj 2016

the gentle soft touch
of a strangers embrace
the lightness of laughter
as we turn face to face
the swiftness and ease
as two lips touch
the fleeting breeze
as it becomes all too much
then head bowed and unashamed glee
when two friends embrace
and know how to be

ᴛʜᴀᴛ ғɪʀsᴛ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ﹐ sᴏ sᴏғᴛʟʏ sᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ
ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴀʙᴏᴏ﹐ ʜᴜsʜᴇᴅ﹐
ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ﹐ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏғ
sʟᴏᴡ ʙᴜʀɴ
ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢɪᴠᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʜᴇsᴛ ᴘᴀɪɴs;
ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ·s ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ﹐
ᴀɴᴅ ɪ sᴡᴇᴀʀ ɪ·ᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ.

summer sun and bone chilling ice pops
have nothing on the rollercoaster that you are
and ive wanted nothing more than to
hang on as tight as i can
from the stomach dropping incline to the
furious rolling of the car down its tracks
that initial piercing scream as gravity conducts its magic
and the sensation of free falling through its loops and turns
but equally those quiet moments where
the ride slows to a gentle suspension
theres nothing i want more than to
feel those things with you even when
the ride ends
and we have to hold each others sweaty hands
wandering through crowds of amusement tourists in the middle of july

She's a garden of gentle strength,
raised from rose gardens,
raised from fields.

She mutters soft words that move mountains
and hums songs that mold hearts.
She's a girl that cannot be held for too long,
who changes the world with a kiss,
with a stare.

How can she, peppered with scars,
followed by night, be so warm?
And perhaps her skin isn't soft for what would that do in war?
And her nails are clipped short
But she has never frozen, never ran cold in her hot veins.

A girl from wisdom, feet planted in the dirt:
dainty, soft; powerful, strong.