Passion

Poem -

Free From Your Grip

Free From Your Grip

I saw you
tomorrow
in the shadows
I sense your presence.
as the cold black...

Poem -

On Waking Up in Rio

When we eventually
woke up in Rio,
my hands felt too big
and my feet
looked so...

Poem -

My Very Dearest Sigmund

Dear Ziggy
though
never a real fan
and much
less a disciple ..
I now...

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Poem -

Oh’ But For One Moment More...

He cannot, not smile as he opens her wide
and as she groans
like a tree, feeling the weight...

Poem -

Two Sisters

all true except I have never been back there .. apart from in...

Dear lord,
our inadvertent
stumbling
upon those two
novice
sisters,...

Poem -

Ouroboros

What is it with us
and how
much is it worth ..
And what
will it be the love...

Poem -

Spillage

Swollen like a river
flooded ..
Swollen like some
thirsty
engorged gourd .....

Poem -

Once When She Tasted of Apples

When she parted those lips of hers like that,
I was reminded of an
orchard that I raided...

Poem -

Kirei Ni Tsukurowa Re Te Iru

When he found her
she was lost
and so very broken ..
Yet she
wanted him to...

Poem -

Gaia’s Secret Garden

I feel like playing
god again
in Gaia’s garden ..
Surrounded
by rainbows and...

Poem -

Again Upon Reflection

Somewhere,
mid the seemingly
awkward flow
of all these
tumbling words .....

Poem -

The Whole of A Woman Shared

a song for mistresses everywhere

Sitting there like that
with your legs
slightly parted and your
lips tightly closed...

Poem -

Some Things are Best Left

There are some things
that should not be
seen, or heard or said
or done ..
I...

Poem -

A Sight Well Worth Going...

The day began with a fragrance
that reminded me of you
as it drifted in from somewhere...

Poem -

Suburban Sunflower

The moment that she bit
deep into her
ripe city peach like that ..
Was the very...

Poem -

51 , 697

A heck of a lot !

51 , 697

All those minutes
Just in one year
A stream that kept flowing
A torrent through the...

Poem -

Just a Blanket of Wild Violets

I forget just how many times
we made out
beneath our favourite tree
with no one but...