Outside and In. A poem.

How I miss you Even when you’re here Prostrate beside me Worshiping rod and staff Valley and furrow Driven to excess And shaken to the core How I miss you Outside and in For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and TheContinue reading “Outside and In. A poem.”

Indifference. A poem.

She was indifferent at first— A wall to ascend, Of dubious propriety. My insouciant charm Is made to break bricks, To render mortar Into dirt and water, To make a difference From indifference. For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and TheContinue reading “Indifference. A poem.”

Scene, Set and Match. A poem.

Scene: a small, Italian restaurant. Two newly-matched. Time set aside. Something right and something wrong. Laughter and humility. Understanding and empathy. Certainty and unreality. Scene, set and match. Let’s do this all again, shall we? For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or theContinue reading “Scene, Set and Match. A poem.”

Steam. A poem.

Air currents Blowing the humidity Beyond mere degrees Fan blades Circulating hungry thoughts Along with captive desire Sweat and sin Recuperating In the steamy night To ply the gulf stream One more time For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, availableContinue reading “Steam. A poem.”

The Garden. A haiku.

Water flows freely In the garden of delight Washing you in sin What is a haiku? Glad you asked. Click here to find out more. Cheers Steve 🙂 For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print or e-book formats.Continue reading “The Garden. A haiku.”

Whimsy. A poem.

Sometimes, I get lost in your whimsy and my elation at the thought of you leaves every lowbrow, thoughtless convolution, standing at the wayside, thumbing for a ride. I choose to leave them all behind, because I’ve found a better travelling partner. Let’s lose ourselves in whimsy, together. For more of my poetry, check outContinue reading “Whimsy. A poem.”

Twosome. A poem.

You creep up on me An inveterate stalker A ghostly presence A firefly somnambulist (Shadowing its prey) You wrap me up (A Christmas treat) In sunflower petals An itinerant limpet Squeezing me senseless You take me down And bleed me until dry Subcutaneous showers (That eventually leave me) Drained and serendipitous Now we entwined SeekContinue reading “Twosome. A poem.”

You and Me. A poem.

This touch fuelling DESIRE wanton and wastrel ECSTASY diamond moments of PLEASURE placating needs in FIRE that scorches earth THIRST no longer barren CARNAL swollen contempt SATED eventually and now just YOU and ME I write a lot of poetry, some of which comes from my head, some from my heart, and some from myContinue reading “You and Me. A poem.”

Keepsake. A poem.

I hear you, I see you; your mirror face tells no lies but hides the truth, like a waxing moon hiding the sun from the subtle stars. I hear you, I see you, I hold you; you are wine within my mouth, light within my vision, tincture at my touch. My keepsake. The All orContinue reading “Keepsake. A poem.”

REckLEss. A poem.

HEre I am REckLEss when you’re ARound. Should I STay Should I GO Should I CHance the EBb and FLow A MOment’s INdecision And I’m CAught up in YOur SHow ONce again I’m REckLEss BUt I’ve noWHere else to GO The All or the Nothing is my first e-book of poetry. To find out howContinue reading “REckLEss. A poem.”

Half-light. A poem.

Sweat and toil and creaking springs, grasping fingers and the scent of hallowed limbs. Perfect and imperfect rhythms in motion, bestial howls and fire and tender susurration, collated in the half-light of a muted TV. From this vantage point we survey the hedonic battlefield, where dust and smoke dissipates and we victors rejoice with liquid tongues and golden perspicacity. The half-lightContinue reading “Half-light. A poem.”

The End of the Affair. A poem.

At the end of the affair, when all is lost, was won, when the final note is written when all has come undone. The longing and the passion converted now to envy, the embers now black charcoal of fires that once burned brightly. The guilt remains, it always seems, entwined with all the lies, anContinue reading “The End of the Affair. A poem.”

Entwined. A poem.

Entwined, we two; encapsulated in a mad statement, read between lines and screamed between pages. A subtle madness, shortness of breath, long, laboured movement and languid, liquid refrain. Teetering on the brink of apogee, into a light that breaks this shared darkness and brings ecstasy. This pleasure and pain could last forever and a day,Continue reading “Entwined. A poem.”

Hello. A poem.

Linked by thoughts known and unknown; blinkered and guileless, liberated, yet uncertain. Your hand brushed mine and every inhibition was washed away by a rain of dream-soaked inebriation: You had me at “hello”. Steve is a sad and angst-filled poet, who needs your help to continue being one. His first book of poetry, The AllContinue reading “Hello. A poem.”

Superhot. A poem.

My iPhone is an older model…by a lot. The outside’s looking dated and she’s slower than she was. I’m thinking of trading up, because the new model is superhot. Was a time when I couldn’t take my hands off her, when my fingers traced her delicate contours. She was at my beck and call. Some kindContinue reading “Superhot. A poem.”

Starving Man. A poem.

I am a starving manHungry for love and lifeIntentionally bulimicMy stomach groansReminder of my hunger strikeSurrounded by the feastConfounded by the choiceArms too weak to takeEyes too dim to seeLips parched and belly swollenThe starving man stumbles onHungry for love

Haiku Triplet

Ego Trap Ego overtook Speed trap coming up on right Slowing down, humbly FHL Faith, hope, love, always Far beyond the veil and pale My belief in you Trigger Gripping the gun tight Trigger finger, so itchy Targets never know   Haiku, haiku, haiku! I loves it, yes I does, precious! 5/7/5 syllables, precious. GoodsContinue reading “Haiku Triplet”

Date Night. A short tale.

The mirror image was unflattering. She had been trying on dresses for the last hour. They always looked better on the rack and in the fitting rooms before she bought them. She knew there was something about the mirrors in stores. Like the ones at carnivals, but warping everything to look better (maybe she shouldContinue reading “Date Night. A short tale.”