Oh that I might, in the softness of night, steal a kiss from your lips. Oh that my hands might go awandering in your unexplored land. Your mysteries remain hidden, forever forbidden to those such as I, who yearn to walk at your side. Oh to lie in your arms and forget life’s harms. Beauty or duty?I do forget myself.
Me reading Ernest Dowson’s poem They are not long the weeping and the laughter
Fruit hanging within temptation’s reach. Ripe, overflowing with juice, crying out to be picked. Oh how smooth and firm to the touch, dangling provocatively low, Longing to be picked, savoured and enjoyed.
Me reading my poem, ‘A Suburban Liverpool Street’.
Me reading my poem entitled ‘Boxes’, hope you enjoy!
Me reading my poem, entitled ‘The Pub’. Hope you enjoy!
Me reading my poem entitled ‘The Ice Maiden’. I am not telling who the lady in question is!
Me reading my poem entitled Birds,
I now have a Youtube channel on which I will place videos of me reading my work. So far there are 3 videos all of me reading my poems but it is my intention to add to my channel over time. For my Youtube channel please visit http://www.youtube.com/user/101drewdog/videos. I hope you enjoy my videos, my books and the material on this blog.
Kevin
K Morris - Poet 