These sheets and slips Abide with time, Like tides and shores, Old pick up lines. These mountains climbed And sacrificed, To sheets and slips And angst-filled lives; That lost their way, Were found again, In the arms of a wayward, … Continue reading Sheets and Slips. 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, … Continue reading Scene, Set and Match. 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 … Continue reading Steam. A poem.
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 … Continue reading The Garden. A haiku.
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 … Continue reading Twosome. 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 … Continue reading REckLEss. 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 … Continue reading Half-light. 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 … Continue reading Entwined. A poem.
I wished I wanted I needed My love to be more than I needed I wanted I wished Another poetic experiment. I like this one. Continue reading I. A poem.
A poem about the misguided affairs of the heart. Swept up and swept away, never thinking about the real price you pay. Continue reading Well Met. A Poem.
Yeah, I’m a bit of a sap when it comes to love.
Still looking. Still waiting. Still imagining.
I’ve got a good feeling.
Soon. Continue reading Magic. A poem.
Another experimental poem from me. Just in that kind of mood. Continue reading Embrace. A poem.
Despite what you might think after reading this poem, I am not into passing out during sex. It made for an interesting poem, though. Continue reading La Petite Mort. A poem.
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