love is messy
detrimental
sometimes deadly

too frail
emotionally
to endure
another

barely
holding on
mending
protecting
a broken heart

to put myself
in harm’s way

a lover’s gambit
of present pain
for future pleasure

love is vulnerable
showing partners
flaws and all

whipped cream on your skin
blood and sweat from ecstasy
pulled *******
crop welts on your *****
overly sweet
like too much honey
why do you beg
what did you say
how come you cry
05-09
whisper in my ear
predator or prey
*** is power
play with me
strike a match
set me on fire
Fleur du Mal

............ morning

I say this sincerely and from the bottom of my heart, you are incredible, fascinating, and impressive

Ahhh, thanks JC.
I’m flattered you think so because I feel quite ordinary.

You are the most extraordinary and exotic orchid in the jungle

And then you say stuff like that, that makes me wonder what you wrote before is true.

I don’t understand

That is so untrue, that it makes me wonder about your previous sincere comment

It is true in my heart and soul, please never ever doubt it, accept the compliment, deeply and fully !!!



............ next morning

I accept the first one. 

Baby Girl, what I write about you, is inspired by you, it is what i see and feel, please believe and  accept the compliments unconditionally, as I don’t say what is on my heart casually


............ next morning

Good morning Sleeping Beauty, how is the fairest flower in the forest this morning

This flower is wilted.

My flower has awaken, opening, unfolding to the glory of the sun, inspiring the birds and bees that swarm around her, vying for her nectar

Be a good Parisienne girl, and accept and bask in compliment of one of your many male admirers

That’s my fav poem yet.  Hmmm, many male admirers....


............ next morning

A little poem for you this Monday morning

Chère Reine, ouvriez votre coeur, laissez moi secher vos larmes, aimer votre ame.

Baby Girl, be kind your you inner little girl, she needs your attention and love too

Truer were words could not be written today
Reine...isn’t that queen?

Yes, as in you are my Queen

My dearest Queen, open your heart, let me dry your tears, love your soul (sound better in French)

Everything sounds better in French

Did you like the Queen poem
(remember I’m sensitive artistic type of guy )

Yes, I liked it..., sending you a loving kiss


............ next morning

Your baking is always superb, you are my heroine..., call you Chef Girl Genevieve

I don’t post the stuff that goes amok.
I am no chef. That is an earned title and I def do not qualify. I just like to play in the kitchen with sugar

you are a grand chef in my eyes

Faux chef Genevieve

here we go again, am i going to have to write another poem of how great you are

I must have blown some other kind of dust in your eyes

You are like a wickedly delicious ice cream sundae, made up of complex layers of intelligence, wit, charm, and sophistication. And the cherry on top, is your stunning elegance, femininity, and beauty

it is overwhelming
to think about
the monumental
monolithic
cataclysmic
changes
that are
under way

i have let go
of the things
i can not change
freeing
releasing
my fears
and anxieties away

serenity
has washed over me
enveloped me
in a glow
of bliss
and forgiveness

i am at peace
with what i foresee

a reminder
of what happens
when you pray
your fate
is not your own

life is
fragile
short & transient
be grateful
for the moment

surrender
in love
forget & forego
be present
for her

there is hope
like a rising sun
on a distance horizon
lighting up the morning sky
pushing the darkness aside
melting the clouds away

the rays warm my face
coaxing a smile
squinting my eyes
i take a breath, savoring being alive

the sky is blueing deeper, clearer
morning haze is lifting, disappearing
life is awakening, stirring, moving
the beauty is overwhelming, awe inspiring

i see anew, with an indigo eye
things i’d sensed but never knew
i feel too deep, intuit too much
beheld as a curse, repressed, suppressed

i burned, screamed, fell into ashes
my soul lay fallow, quiet, healing, waiting
resurrecting from cold dark depths
heart beating, eyes opening, arms reaching

vindication from self doubt
forgive me Cassandra, Cairn, Mother
i weep, openly, proudly, for your grace
it is the 9th and final gift

the best has past
your youth long gone
you savor, remember
your first communion
a touch, a kiss
so innocent, exhilarating
never to be forgotten

i didn’t think i would, but when you came into view, i started to sob.

your hand held high, holding the light of freedom and safety.

all i could do through my sobs, was to recite,

"one nation, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all."

over and over and over again

wishing, hoping, it stays true

in the gloaming light
when the wind stills
and the moon shines
my heart slows
as stars turn white

reeling from grief
realizing my
God is dead
how do i make sense
find meaning
tell me please
what is the purpose
how do i escape
the bleak
lonely reality
other than in
the bliss of ******

it comes
slow, gentle

I sink
deeper, further

my breath
longer, easier

my awareness
narrowing, hazing

I sleep
succumbing, forgetting

It snows
falling, drifting

I feel
serenity, surrender

the flurries
golden, sparkling

i am
one with god

between
black and
white
is gray

queen of the night
dream me a dream
of psychedelic kisses
halcyon whispers
and mind bending adventures
hold my hand
while crossing the line
between truth and reverie

i’ve searched
for happiness
listened
believed
TV psychologist
babble
bogus claims
find bliss
at the end
of the rainbow

i realize now
it was a lie
what i found
instead
is the here
and now
being present
and content

Everybody stop
stop pretending
that everything is normal
as if the climate
hasn’t change

the happy days
are over
there is no hope
for the future

humanity will
survive
our way of life
will soon die

i hate laying in bed
hearing my heartbeat
reminding me
of my mortality
and how few beats
i have left

early bluing
of an autumn sky
nip and chill
of a countryside

as seasons turn
things remembered
nostalgic
for a summer
lost in time

basking in the glow
of a fire
and the warmth
of a lover

snuggled deep
in each other

finding love
and shelter
between heartbeats
and whispers

the world
melts away
when I hold you
in my arms

there are no others
nothing else matters
you are the center
of my universe

i see God
in your eyes
feel bliss
in your kisses
serenity
in your presences

It is you
it is me
it is us
together
as one
heart
and soul

in a storm
of love and hate
isolation deafens
numbing
the mind
blinding
the eyes
of hope and joy
a heart
shrivels
a soul
dies
burning eternally
in a hell
of despair

we’re all dead
we just haven’t realized it yet
the world is burning,writhing ,dying
before our eyes
and we choose to ignore it
pretend it isn’t happening
wishing, hoping, praying
things will get back to normal
only fools and idiots believe it so
this is the beginning of the end
it’s going to to get worst
accelerate as we watch in horror
what have we done
what can we do
it is too late
we’ve past
the point of no return
we're standing
at hell's gate

hate and rage
lashing out
acting out
hurt for hurt
when i feel so helpless

Henni
Henni
i shout
scream
with all my heart
to Allah and Yahweh
why
do you love me

there is a sadness to spring
as the days grow longer
the weather warmer
there is nowhere to hide
no excuses to give
missing the cold
the dark nights
sitting with a blanket
by the fireplace
hidden from the world
and it’s problems

i am hiding behind words
reading and writing
living vicariously
afraid of the real world

in the cold and dreary twilight
a vicious wind blows
do i hear a howl or scream
coming far from the isle of sky
fata morganna, banshee or spry
i pull my tartan tight around
samhain night has fallen
i fear the fae appear

i want
need
to get high

**** the feelings
welling up
deep
from within

take a hit
soar
crash
wake up
to new lows

I left
walked out
i had too
you weren’t
my forever

alone
again
scared
vulnerable
like a fawn
laying
in a forest hollow

the loneliness
is unbearable
i’m numb
nausea
since you’ve
been gone

i miss
your body
it’s warmth
your skin
touching mine

queued up
waiting to die
of a terrifying bliss
yet to come
emotionally blunted
benzos in the blood
feeling neither pain nor pleasure
whipsawing laughing crying
how to squelch the fear
the anxiety
reality fades
evaporates before your eyes
not happy sad just numb
rocking to and fro
******* on a thumb
waiting for sleep beauty
who never comes

we love so differently
you and me
what is that you need
safety or fantasy
a list of unmet wants
recanted endlessly
oblivious of your needs
sabotaging us
as you fluctuate hormonally
i’m exhausted
i close the door
and leave

it’s fading away
evaporating
barely remembered
like a morning dream
you me us together forever
it wasn't meant to be

hold me
touch me
never let me go

history
never repeats
but human nature
does

it is getting to me, the social distancing, the lack of intimacy, the isolation, being locked down, in my cell, in solitary confinement.

i hunger for your touch, it tells me so much, the way you slowly, softly, run your nails down my arm to my finger tips.

i thirst for your kiss, the softness of your lips, touching ever so slightly, against mine, tasting your sweetness, feeling your tongue, penetrating, exploring, expressing your love and lust.

i crave your whispers in my ear, your nubile voice, the heat of your breath upon my neck, listening, empathizing to secrets and fears, wishing i could do more, to soothe your anxieties.

i wake at night, spooning the pillow, as i would, if you were here, an arm underneath cradling your head, the other over, cupping your breast, feeling your body firmly pressed against mine, no longer two but one, smelling your hair, your scent, giving me comfort, relieving my fears.  

i hurt, at being apart, my soul ripped, my mood sullen, like a cold spring day. i whither, without you, gone is the warmth of your smile, the glow in your eyes. how long can i last without your touch , without your tenderness, before i curl up and die.

i see the hunger
in your eyes
the flush
of ****** excitement
the hot arousal
boiling over into lust

is it time
that day
during the month
when you feel
the desire
for a man’s touch

lay with me
light my fire
i’ll pay attention
touch your hair
squeeze your *******  

climb on top
start the ride
rock it hard
till you scream
I wan to hear you
*** in ecstasy

collapse on me
hot and sweaty
and be held
in my arms
embraced
all night long

i envy them
the young
their beauty
naitivity
effervescences
oblivious
of what’s to come

i envy them
but not their futures
the catastrophe
and horrors
oblivious
of what’s to come

I love you
You hate me
I come near
You disappear

You beckoned
Come here
You signaled
Go away

I am confused
My ego bruised
I don’t understand
What do you want

I rescued you
You drove me away
I gave you  love
You faded from my life

i miss

your touch
on my cheek

your gaze
in my soul

your kiss
on my lips

i love your imperfection
dry, split ends, rosacea cheeks, dry skin
the real things, the unique things, that make you

i love you most, in the morning
when you are just waking up
the natural, the real, unvarnished look

unpainted, i can see, you, in all your beauty
the acne on your chin, the scab on your lip
like a diamond with its countless flaws

you look, are vulnerable, approachable
i want to touch, caress your face
kiss your dry, chapped lips

rough hands, warm heart, i kiss your fingertips
nails natural, unpainted, coated in potter’s clay
i press my face into your hand, feel their strength

weekends, wearing comfortable torn jeans
baggy shirt, draping, but non concealing
i hug you like a dear, loved teddy bear

dollar store flip flops with a dandelion tops
the bottom of your feet dried, a bit cracked
from walking, bonding barefoot with gaia

you are the feminine, i am the masculine
you are the woman, i am the man
you are the girl, i am the boy

my love for you is endless, boundless, eternal..., Minou

the heart is the fragilest of things
said she
yes, indeed, like a tea cup
said he

the last touch of summer
sharing kisses and ice cream
under an august sun
endless hours gazing
lost in your doe eyes

the smell of drying hay
while we played
in your uncle’s grain silo

wild children
on the cusp
of a lost childhood

evening cocktails
sipping anisé
dad grilling
mom dancing
as you and i exchange glances

fire pit blazing
a cool night descending
sitting in a papasan
the last night
holding each other
your head on my shoulder

i cherish
savor the memories
of us
that indian summer

if god is not dead
then indifferent
to the human condition
as prayers are unanswered

the only difference
is how you behave
to love and cherish
and not hurt or hate

in a foreign land
i lose myself
forgetting who i was
not remembering my name
slowly accepting new ways
loving you
going native

inspiration plagiarism
truth or lies
which one
do you write?

you’re beautiful
but not useful
conceited and vain
an Instagram princess
a scarecrow
without a brain

share with me
what is in your heart

tell me your dreams
your fears

make me feel safe
to bloom

give you my body
and intimacy

a ****** of ravens on a hill
cawing as night approaches
a warning of things to come
beware all hallow's eve
be scared of the jack-o-lantern

my love
my obsession
last thought at night
first at dawn, all day long

you are a jilt
hold me near, hold me tight
squeeze me harder, make it hurt
kiss me sweetly, kiss me softly
whisper in my ear

the sun is too bright
the fools too near
i need refuge
make it all disappear

fractured body
damaged mind
i am broken
lost in time

hope extinguished
accept the darkness
feel the nothingness
surrender to oneness

i miss you
such much, it hurts
i think about you, incessantly
the pain, is overwhelming
the grief unbearable

i remember you
in every corner of my life
last sight at night
first though at dawn

over breakfast, i would marvel at your beauty
i would savor your scent
my heart would quicken
as you would lean over and kiss my lips

i remember the excitement, feeling your lips press against mine
ever so soft, moist, and sweet
i would savor our kisses, touching lips to lips
softly caressing, sliding mine against yours, till you pulled back and smiled

your kisses were delicate, tender, like the wet petal of an amaryllis
firm, soft, nubile
your youth and beauty were exquisite, overwhelming
the source of light and life in a dark forest

why were you taken from me
how can it be, our love ends in tragedy
it is not fair
i don’t understand
why is Persephone punishing me

i shall never forget our intimacy
i will cry eternally
now that you are gone
and haunt my days

mother maiden crone
waxing waning full
salt and iron
writings in a grimoire
alas, I shall kiss
the witch queen

hunkered down in my bunker
******* my thumb in a corner
fearful of breathing the air
afraid of a lady called corona