Tag Archives: passion

The Wait Outside. A poem.

The wait outside With city lights and vacant looks Of passers by and wannabes Perhaps the tune we’ll sing tonight Will change the course of mediocrity And reverse this season of discord With discourse so ebullient That fire and ice could not compare And could not even try For more Poetry, click here. For moreContinue reading “The Wait Outside. A poem.”

Road Song. A poem.

Your road sings to me And I whisper in return, And I drive until sunrise And don’t stop to rest Until you lull me to sleep. For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print.Continue reading “Road Song. A poem.”

#2ManyBooks. A Poem.

I have far too many books. Far #2ManyBooks Too many to read in one month, or one day, one afternoon a plenty, one year or decade. I read a few at a time: one here and one there; how many more, who’s to say, who’s to care? #2ManyBooks I’m an organizational champ, a pedantic time loon, ButContinue reading “#2ManyBooks. A Poem.”

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.”

My Lady Waits. A poem.

My lady waits in conscious thought, Precluded and abstaining, With fickle motions bought And sold in a moment’s notice. She stands and lies and shivers, Like summer rainfall or icy leaves At winter’s end, when all delights Must finally shake those fickle traces And embrace their bitter finality. My lady waits and presents Herself toContinue reading “My Lady Waits. A poem.”

Life, Finally. A poem.

My wanderings, part of me, intrinsically. My wonderings, ostensibly necessary. My heart and head, as one, not separately. My head and heart, all I need, invariably. My turns of phrase never lead me astray. My phrasing, beguiling, when it turns that way. My life is finally, where I want and need to be. My life,Continue reading “Life, Finally. 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.”

Too Small A Word. A poem.

Love is far too small a word to express all the things I need and want and say and believe and feel and do when I’m with you. But then maybe that’s the point. For more of my poetry, check out The All or the Nothing, my first book, available at most online book sellersContinue reading “Too Small A Word. A poem.”

Shiver. 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 All or the Nothing, my first book, available at most online book sellers in printContinue reading “Shiver. 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.”

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 Wild Surf (Beached, part 1). A poem.

The wild surf, like his impetuous heart, pounds and beats the sandy shore, like a pugilist with vanity to spare. Here the relentless, crashing waves make their mark in odd time signatures, in fluid and passionate syncopation, a symphony of wind, water and sand. The spray in his face is explicative of this subtle, blithelyContinue reading “The Wild Surf (Beached, part 1). A poem.”

Fall for you. A poem.

The light is fading, you’re walking out; she’s reclining luxuriantly. The light in those magical eyes is enough to blind a man, before you question why. That smile, combined with sylvan form, is hot enough to melt a man (raised on a diet of ‘avoid’). Like a supernova sundae, take him out at the knees,Continue reading “Fall for you. A poem.”

Window. A poem.

She’s seated before a window, sun highlighting shiny diamonds in her hair.  Her fingers are flamingoes on her smart phone, a wily dance sped up to double speed, of muscle memory and familiar keys.  Lips as full as pillows that I long to cushion with my own, and the dress she wears hugs contours ofContinue reading “Window. A poem.”

The Flame. A poem.

The flame burns like phosphor, ignited and soaring by degrees: The passion, the anger (and the shame). The flame, super luminal intensity, burns me up, turns me ashen. (For how long will I shine before the all too brief spark burns low and fades? How long before the darkness encroaches again?) The flame wakes meContinue reading “The Flame. A poem.”

House. A poem.

I would build you a house If you would live in it with me I’d build it tall and proud To share with you and family We could live in golden halls Dance to music from above Until the furtive angels called Our love I’m not worthy of Let me build you a house AndContinue reading “House. A poem.”