Verity

1 Sep 2021

The Poppy Field

I woke to the sound of bird-call. The clock told me it was eight-thirty, that’s late for me. I turned to see an empty pillow, he’s up. I had better get up, he’ll be waiting for me in the kitchen, no doubt. He must have snuck out of bed, he usually wakes m...

bella685

27 Jun 2017

You

I feel you moving with me; In my arms you slowly kiss me;In my ear, you softly tell me, How much you really miss me;Then I reach for you, my sweet, And find that you're not with me;It's just another dreamof how it ought to be.  

bella685

30 Oct 2016

Special Dream

My special dream last night, was so vivid and so clear;We were as one - together; He was with me - right here;I gazed into his dark brown eyes as we released our soulful sighs;So pure and sweet - such ecstasy; to have my man make love with me;He then rose...

bella685

9 Oct 2016

Can I?

Can I steal away with you into the quiet night? Make love with sweet abandon till dawn's early morning light? Can we hold each other close, forget the world outside?Knowing one unto the other, having nothing left to hide? Can I tell you, darling, that my...

Circle_Something

16 Nov 2014

Lady Vodka (Poem 11 of many)

Oh, Vodka!How I pine for thee.For a man with no money,cannot drink his Lady!I miss your burn,your delicate palate,that crack as the bottle opens.I miss the intoxicating aroma,and the weight of the glass.It always starts the same:I wash my glass,then pour...

Circle_Something

22 May 2014

Another Love Poem

Love is inexplicable, inextricable,Juices made ever trickleable,Kisses trail down our bodies,lingering on lips, which tingle forever,moans exchanged in a chorus of love,as pure and unblemished as a snow-white dove.Love is infinite, as is its power,if you...

Circle_Something

13 Jan 2014

Lady Vodka (Poem 10, of many)

Lady Vodka... Love ya! Infused, you be...

Hmm, a peppery Lady,Spicy and hot on many levels.Szechuan heat comes at me,suffuses my being... Numbs,yet lights a fiery heat,seduction in a glass,you make me want to passthe glass under my nose...inhale... enjoy...burn... soothe... happy.Interesting, Lad...

Sisyphus

8 Feb 2013

No One Said Goodbye

an anti war love poem

While I was kissing you,far away, a bomb came through the roof,where a family eating soupsplashed blood against the wallsalong with bowls and spoons and bonesand splintered chairs,and I was holding you beneath me,while men and women ran down streetsaway f...