1. whispers the muse

    a beautiful dance
    with words
    moves
    inside your pain
    ever sorry for the hurt
    ambivalent at the soft gain
    bursting full of wishes for
    your ease
    my dearest
    well-loved friend

     

  2. x.

    the urge to draw you close to my chest
    speak in a clear soft tone of voice
    to confess how and all i don’t know
    of anything especially
    how to survive and still show
    love always growing glowing swelling a cleft
    into out of my chest for the world
    in its wondrous questions
    disturbing forever curiosity
    even beyond my need to feel normal
    safe negotiated pathway through
    genuine emotional connection out
    of the predicament and into the belief
    that my only moral obligation can ever be to show up and live
    most me authentically
    bugger all the rest
    even when we’re terrified

    this poem has been playing inside me now for awhile and this morning i read this {a new and terribly overlooked follow for me} at artisticveins.tumblr.com/ 

    the first stanza of her poem titled: There is nothing wrong with me. as quoted below {linked above}, moved and shifted something in me. the rest of the poem made my heart ache and insides cry, and then my poem flowed. 

    I drift always into
          subconscious state mind
    every once in a while
               with my lower eye lashes
    kissing the upper
          and my lips releasing a sigh

    thanks so sincerely artisticviens - for the words & inspiration. you just never know…in tumblr land. truly awkwardly <3 jillc

     

  3. see you see

    trixclibrarian:

    lean in
    lean meet
    lean on
    my own lean spine
    making a lean-to
    shelter
    built
    for
    we

     

  4. see you see

    lean in
    lean meet
    lean on
    my own lean spine
    making a lean-to
    shelter
    built
    for
    we

     

  5. in this lifetime

    trixclibrarian:

    anything you pick
    something that makes you cry
    something that makes you laugh
    something that blows your mind
    every time
    and how do you feel about fiction
    or reading what you write
    out loud
    in a soft voice
    over and over
    like a prayer
    to the world
    and every story ever told

     
  6. trixclibrarian:

    frothy

    expansive universe holds
    a world wherein
    there is a blue planet
    inhabited by heart-shaped brains
    floating in green vessels clamouring
    as mine connects with yours

     

  7. making word babies

    when the covers
    {of this book}
    are opened
    spread to the middle
    {pages of our story}
    the lingering smell
    {of words}
    wafts up to us
    a sensuous reminder
    {in poetry}
    of the love we make
    and take daily
    into life

     

  8. trixclibrarian:

    face to face
    in slow motion
    soft palms and fingers
    skin on the smooth
    fine hairs at the back
    of my neck to check
    the fit of our noses
    growing closer
    and closing the gap
    as your elbow bends
    my head goes
    limp with trust
    in your strength
    eyes locked looking in eyes
    an act made more…

    didn’t realize it was sexetry tuesday when i wrote this last night but at least i’ve made a contribution :) awkwardly, jc

     

  9. a very long slow dreamy approach to a kiss

    face to face
    in slow motion
    soft palms and fingers
    skin on the smooth
    fine hairs at the back
    of my neck to check
    the fit of our noses
    growing closer
    and closing the gap
    as your elbow bends
    my head goes
    limp with trust
    in your strength
    eyes locked looking in eyes
    an act made more active
    at such a reduced rate
    of moving into each other
    eyelashes flutter loud decibels
    and the space between beating
    the long superlow bass drum
    of my heart expands
    my waist floats drifting
    into your waiting hand
    as your lips hover
    honing in on my mouth
    a silky smooth shudder
    engulfs

     

  10. what i deserve

    naughty enough for spanking
    tough enough to take it
    twisted enough to like it
    brave enough to admit it
    bold enough to ask for it
    dangerous enough to dare you
    not tame enough to fake it

     
  11. gifted with words

    grown on a weed stalk
    up through the brush pile
    these must be poetry seeds
    with blank paper dry skin pods
    so thin
    sweet darkness within
    so full of life yet waiting
    for more weather
    to be played
    by mother nature
    spread far and wide
    like the heart in a tide
    of love, love

     
  12. wonderlove

    wit
    craving
    sensitivity
    + plus
    jocular
    laughing
    carnality
    = equals
    winsome
    wild
    wonder
    <3 love

    my final piece of middle of the night chalkpoetry :) awkwardest<3 jc

     

  13. a study in the attempt to embrace magnificent unconventionality while remaining mainstream-ish enough to play on repeat

    woman, codename
    hotbone mcsexy
    sweaty
    thoughtful
    salty
    blue-toed
    breathy
    in aluminum heels
    she wheels around
    turning on the
    out of order
    teleporter
    charm
    braving a wall of
    suckling soft orchids
    reminding her
    lips and tongue
    of tongue and lips
    cheeks held
    in bear hands
    to leap
    piggy-back on
    the wookie’s
    flat rusty fur
    as he wades through
    down a flight
    of toddler ewok’s
    reaching for her shoes
    across a tumbleweed lobby
    as wide as a texas plain
    to emerge in rain
    find his posture
    strong in her periphery
    splash and tumble
    back toward forward
    never straight until
    she knocks him down
    with clumsy
    squishes
    the package delivered
    from her hands
    unto his
    the first step
    in saving
    grace

     

  14. have love, will endure

    rows of word ducks
    imprinted upon souls
    butterflied with kisses
    tied up loose on
    images of ewoks
    and wookies
    chewbacca paid
    the kibble bill
    built a treehouse
    suspended for growth
    so he can squish me
    not the strawberries
    patching together dawn
    which there has not yet
    been a name invented for
    despite every book on
    gravitational bias
    magnetic conception
    of letter babies
    fluffernutter sandwiches
    sautéed in nut butter
    will be our first
    but not the only
    clue
    to unravel
    the never ending
    mystery 
    of we