I’ve been lost many times before Each time I wandered out your door Full of ample needs and wants, for sure Unaware of the trials I had, in store I was lost sometime, just like before Last time I thought … Continue reading Lost Before Last. A poem.
You sneak into my world past locks, alarms, sigils, wards down corridors of fatalistic compromise through rooms of idealistic circumspection and find me waiting earnestly wanting, more or less what you want no need to be so stealthy For more of … Continue reading Stealthy. A poem.
Transfixed by you, statuesque in the hurricane, riding tempestuous slipstream currents— a goddess of hail and happenstance. You’re a lightning rod, attracting joules and fools like me, incontrovertibly shattering stratospheric records like a pheromone cyclone. After your storm has passed, … Continue reading Hurricane Heart. A poem.
I avoid you when I see you, now. Not ships passing in the night but rather garbage scows, no more trashy encounters or the like. No potential head-ons or man overboard, now endlesss drunken shanties to help me smile While … Continue reading Avoidance. A poem.
I don’t know why I fell for this— it was obvious you were oblivious, and my dreams were cloaked in pointlessness. I don’t know why you caught my eye, why I invested all my precious time creating a melodious portfolio, … Continue reading Fell For You. A poem.
Strong You are my true strength Pumping bloodline of my heart Unquenchable fire What is a haiku? Glad you asked. Click here to find out more. Cheers Steve 🙂 For more of my poetry, check out The All or the … Continue reading Haiku Friday: Strong. A haiku.
I hurt when I see you, a mad combination of anger and pride. Selfish and shallow, Tear-filled and callow. So glad you’re doing well; I know you wallowed for awhile, as indeterminate as I. Now, you’re bouncing, a supercharged rubber … Continue reading Hurt (happy when I see you). A poem.
I have spoken long with you so many, many times, each airy conversation measuring low on a Richter scale that never rises much beyond the surface— no evidence of my success just artful whimsy it never shakes your earth. Just … Continue reading Quake. A poem.
I was so into you— every thought, every move, was a riot of ecstasy that shook me to my core. More than destiny, more than waking dreams or midnight fantasies. You were the bottle and I was the alcoholic reaching … Continue reading Intoxicated. A poem.
This shiver, a sliver of ions up my spine, a delectable point of contention on my mind shaping continuities of ecstasy, baking hormones in my pituitary, activated by your touch in mine. For more of my poetry, check out The … Continue reading Shiver. A poem.
Your kiss takes me to places I’ve been before and long to revisit. When the voyage is over I’m longing for that travel bug to capture and enrapture me again. For more of my poetry, check out The All or … Continue reading Your Kiss. A poem.
Why do you still plague me, so? To inhabit me like a parasite, gouging out my pale insides? Churning up my hopeless dreams like milk into aromatic cheese, to accompany sides and crackers, all the pieces left of me. I … Continue reading Plague. A poem.
Longing Longing for the one Who will make every sunrise Better than the last What is a haiku? Glad you asked. Click here to find out more. For more of my poetry, check out The All or the Nothing, my … Continue reading Haiku Friday: Longing. A haiku.
I shrink before your bitter ire that holds me in its angry grip. Where gentle touch consumed me, prior, now smothers this apprenticeship. For more of my poetry, check out The All or the Nothing, my first e-book, available at … Continue reading Grip. A poem.
Your scent was different, lingering in my nostrils, a whiff of nostalgic free fall and extra sensory motion. The fumes of you twisted around me and consumed every pore and fibre of my unwholesome being. Should I have let that … Continue reading Fumes of You. A poem.
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