Poetry Blogs (Intimacy)
Pam's very nice so far as she goes
The kind of looks I usually admire
A few quid in the bank is a help
Yet she doesn't set my heart on fire
Nancy on the other hand is poor
She's no Monroe or Lana Turner
More a down-market Bette Davis
A plain Jane, and a bit of a yearner
Just how do you weigh up women?
What should go into the scales?
Why can't I be spontaneou...
Saturday 15th August 2020 10:48 am
Non existing life.
I miss deep kisses
And hands on my body.
I miss warm words
Nature goes on,
Blossoming in competition,
Nurture me with sunny spells
On empty train stations.
Spring in my heart,
But not in other's hearts.
I want to explode,
So full of life.
Blow all the ghosts away,
Past shadows of the winter.
Saturday 14th March 2020 12:45 pm
This is how messed up it was...
Last night, my husband woke up and was cuddling me, then touching me, then we both were wide awake in intimacy. It was beautiful. It always is.
Then after, the doubt creeped in.
Chris lied. Chris always lied. I would wake up in the middle of the night to him touching himself to pictures on the internet. Once I woke up and he was staring at pictures of a wom...
Monday 12th August 2019 6:03 am
Your fingers strummed the strings of your guitar in a lazy, sleepy pattern as my consciousness began to drift
I inched as close to you as possible, molding my bones to yours as I seamlessly carved for myself a place at your side
Space was a silly idea, a concept at that moment we would never need to consider, should never consider
You played on as we laid together, my chest rising and falling a...
Monday 12th August 2019 5:24 am
They rewrote songs on the sceneries of their dreams,
under the same roof, in the same room, but alone.
Living in each other’s isolations,
so tiring, boring, sensual, overwhelming, warm.
In thoughts, several severely intimate moments had passed;
their knotted minds kissed intermittently, not seldom.
He knew he was boundless, liberal, enraged, , jealous, dizzy,
he thought h...
Friday 21st July 2017 9:13 pm
It was surprising that after work, on Thursday,
she wanted to meet and share her bed with a man, again.
Maybe men, even, she thought, suddenly indecisive and guilty,
but for society, men, peers, their judgment, their pursed lips and nods of disapproval.
Now that she was almost home, her fireplace and Scotch seemed dearer, as usual;
the icy blanket of her acceptance of undesired celi...
Friday 21st July 2017 9:10 pm
Take a look into my eyes,
And maybe we will find
that between you and me
It's the way that love should be.
She told me I had beautiful eyes
her heart said friends
and her mouth did too...
and my mind's confused now I'm not with you.
See I can be the best friend that I have been for years
or I can be the guy that can hold you near.
But I can't be this.
You said you don...
Saturday 15th October 2011 11:50 pm