Monday, 15 July 2013

Oh well, whenever: a poem

Oh well, whenever.

Your single-worded message,
the frown in sympathy,
even a kiss within a dream
elicits a breath unbidden, sharply caught.
A reaction more erotic
than anything thought.


Tuesday, 9 July 2013

Block: a poem

Because when the music isn't coming, words are all there is... 


The passion, dissipated,
contemplates indolence.
The doleful absence,
a sense of hiatus
and high dudgeon
and does no good.