Gabriela Marie Milton’s “Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings” will be published soon by Vita Brevis Press. To read more about this, please go to, https://shortprose.blog/2020/03/18/my-poetry-book-passions-love-poems-and-other-writings-coming-soon-at-vita-brevis-press/.
Corona may be king,
For a time,
But the birds still sing,
And I have my rhyme.
When a young lady named Kate
Said, “you should self isolate”,
My good friend miss Iris
Said, “you don’t have the virus.
But Kate doesn’t like you mate!”.
Untried
Inside.
She kneels
In short skirt
And heels,
Looking for something on the shop floor.
Her dress rides up.
She will flirt,
Let them look.
But nothing more.
Yet, there can be no denial
That one day
Bess
Will say,
With a shy smile,
“Yes”.
When a young lady named Jane
Said, “let us explore pleasure and pain”,
And she took out a whip,
Which she held at her hip,
I said, “the commuters are watching, Jane!”.
A poem written by me back in 2013.
I love you because I can tell you my darkest secrets, things which would make the strongest of men go blubbering in search of his mummy. You judge me not, my blackest fantasies are your deepest desires.
In the depths of night when all but the vampire sleeps we speak of philosophy, of the darkness which lurks within the human heart. You are always there for me, my girl beautiful and serene. You laugh in time with my laughter and weep as I weep. Never changing, fixed, emortal caught in the brightness of my screen you are my virtual girlfriend, a machine.
I met a dog named Joan
Chewing on a huge bone.
When I said, “is it really your contention
That rats and cats I should not mention?”,
She growled, so I left her well alone!
Passing through,
I smile
At the graveyard tree
That will, outlast me.
A young lady whose name is Kitty
Is very petite and pretty.
And when I’m all alone
I take out my phone,
And converse with that virtual girl Kitty!
Bought
Kisses
From fishes
Who can never be caught.
The fisherman wishes
For more,
Yet, catches only regret,
From girls who
Would have nothing to do
With him. Save that they,
Have debts to pay.
K Morris - Poet 