The Moment

this shallow breath
a pulse that paced
a little death
his blood outraced
effervescence
slowly sated
from her presence
desire created
now in her arms
safely tied
away from harm
and satisfied.

You

my naked passion
forsakes all sense of restraint
in pursuit of you

5-7-5 (take five-hundred-and-sixty-four : hearth)

the warmth of her skin
hearth’s glow to my arousal
this is my desire

Amnesty

write me lines of passioned thoughts
held in secret, locked away
that modesty dismissed as nought
but seek to find the light of day
for in such words is warm release
from silent dungeons stoney cold
the hardened walls in which we keep
those darkened desires of the soul.

Three Haikus with Coda

I long for your skin
in the half light of dawning
as my eyes open

I yearn to kiss you
undressed by the breaking day
as my lips open

I ache beside you
this need overcomes restraint
as I open you

to all my desires.

Possible Chorus

she lives in dreams
which dare not be remembered
and she haunts desires
yet to be realised,
of her imagined sighs
I am bewildered
lain bare in fantasies
which tantalise.

Lines

these poems are lust
from their first carnal thought
written with blushed lips
to the meter of a heartbeat
pulsing ever quicker
in unrhymed reasoning
or unreasoned rhymes
to the last full stops
of desire uncontrolled
they know will always come.

Hummingbirds

my passion’d thoughts
are hummingbirds
thirsty at your open petals
their racing hearts
and flashing wings
indicative
of their earnest desires

5-7-5 (take one-hundred-and-fifty-five : reaching)

desire fills my thoughts
so I reach out to the dark
and fingers find you

touch

my fingertips read
your skin
braille to a blind man
who gains sight
with each phrase
that I stroke
and your body
reveals