Once I desired the fecund fruit.
Passion’s flute
Sounded loud and clear.
Now I hear
The great tide withdraw.
Venus shall tread no more
On this barren shore.
No More
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His bed learned to speak
His bed learned to speak.
Ere the week
Had passed,
That bed was only good
For firewood …
Stillettoed Feet
Many a man’s goal
Is derailed by the beat
Of stillettoed feet
That tear a hole
In his suffering soul.
Summer Days
Summer dresses
And sweet caresses.
Perfect days
Lost in a lovers haze.
Her porcelain shoulder
His arms enfold her.
Getting older.
The porcelain cracks
She lacks
His attention.
There is contention
over that pretty blonde
Its all going wrong.
‘Tis the same old song
Lust is strong
And mice play
When the cats away.
Ruth
The young man preens
And dreams
Of girls in frocks
Who lose their socks
The young girl thinks of fast cars
of fumbling hands
And broken bras.
The middle aged man ponders on his misspent youth
On wonky car seats
and a girl called Ruth.
The middle aged lady takes her husband’s hand
As they stroll contentedly along the sand.
The Seeker
He sought for love, deluding himself passion could be bought.
Alack, Too late, he learned the damage he had wrought.
Passion
Full of promise, oh fragile flower, your loveliness passes in but an hour. Your scent overpowers me, giddy with desire, this fire rages hot and dies in an hour.
‘Young Lady, Older Man’, by Kevin Morris.
Me reading my poem, ‘Young Lady, Older Man’.
K Morris - Poet 