“The foxes are mating”, I said.
Then, in bed
You used a word rarely heard
In polite company.
But there was no tea party.
Merely us 3.
Foxes Mating – Flash Fiction
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I Awoke From a Doze
I awoke from a doze
Refreshed, in my old armchair.
Who knows
I may go that way.
For many a man goes
In doze.
If it be so
I shall not know.
You Gave To Me
You gave to me
A part
Of thee.
But the tick tock
Of the inexorable clock
Told me your heart
Was not
With me.
No memento
Have I of thee
Though perhaps a part
Lives on in art.
But the inexorable clock
May measure
More time together.
I know not.
Bed
At his leisure
He takes his pleasure.
A spark dies
In a girl’s eyes.
How many tills
And blood red bills
Must be fed?
All our lust
And fear of dust
Ends in bed
Lies
A guy may buy
A pretty girl’s eye
And revel in bliss
From her soft kiss.
But the honest guy
Will find
It hard to deny
That behind
Her smiling eye
And sweet scent
There lies, contempt
In Her Hair
In her hair
And legs bare
I forget regret.
But after laughter
And drink die
I find rhyme
In passing lust
And eternal dust.
Her Name
It was quick
In a bedsit
By a canal.
I have the name she
Gave to me.
Anyhow, I know that canal.
We Walked Through the Graveyard
We
Walked through the graveyard.
She
Is frightened of death.
Earlier we
Drank wine.
Our bed
Was hot
The dead
Are forever here.
The graveyard plot
Draws lovers near.
Circular
A circular seat
Encompassing a tree.
Age will defeat
Thee and me.
The Golden Sun
The weather is hot.
I could call you
And specify what I …
The sun is hot
Our bodies like glue
In summer’s golden weather.
Shall we lie together
In the golden sun?
Honey, will you come?
K Morris - Poet 