Blooded chocolate
traced cleavage
tongue bite
gentler please
another square
getting there
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She’s stretch and bend… he’s give
Category: Poetry
Old Ground – Published by Free Verse Revolution
I submitted a poem ‘Old Ground’ for the December theme ‘Endings’ which I’m pleased to say has been published by ‘Free Verse Revolution’ today under my full name – Eric Daniel Clarke.
Three clicks…
Daily routine
checking admin
comments, spam
three clicks
getting better
less of your words
now where should be
upfront on posts
where can be seen
if you’ve lost me
bemused no comment
three clicks
may find me?
Let Breathe – Six words into verse
Young hearts fragile as old bones
Catch her cold she goes viral
Born to see days like tomorrow
Wait a moment and it’s gone
No escape tied up in dreams
His will to keep her near
Her hand quite ordinary till held
The gift of his life hers
Reality no place in this fantasy
Smile at the ludicrousness of stars
Take away the madness let breathe
Be still let yourself go now
Promises – Poem and a line
He a man untied
to time or anything
beyond accepted promises
She his curved ball
provokes imagination
believes she can be his
Conscience slips and slides
everyday more blind
to all he’ll leave behind
As he sleeps he stares
sees her in his darkness
light rolls back their years
Love beyond words
felt though unheard
their promises unbroken
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He remembers, she too… will always
No label – two takes – six words into verse
Danced Alone Until
Moment taken in cool blue silence
Found her someone different like him
No label no sign of belonging
Slid the knife edge of discretion
Danced alone until he asked her
Caught a breath exhaled a smile
A man and woman never incidental
Naked in the blink of eyes
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The Game She Plays
He blushed she felt his innocence
She reset his hands to please
The game she plays so dangerous
His mind her eyes can’t see
He wears no sign no label
The risk she takes he calculates
He smiled he let her dream
Renovation – Poem and a line
Key in the door
a little stiff
needs lubricating
she keeps telling him
Steps inside
odd smell greets
wet plaster wood dust
others homes not his
Walls holes overfilled
tiles broken rough edges
doors an inch too short
frames botched distorted
Windows condensation soaked
heating gone awry
message painted on a wall
your home as you left mine
…..
Prerequisite… drill then screw. Nailed it.
Strings – Poem and a line
Do the chords still resonate
when he pulls her strings that way
does the song still play
when he takes his words away
…..
No strings? Men like to fiddle
Whispers – Poem and a line
Her tortured voice
released for all
yet not for someone
past too disturbed
to feel the touch
of one on one
The roof alone
hears his whispers
where you go I go
you fall I fall too
she flexes fingers
holds his hand
…..
Hanging on… no reason, a feeling?
Ill Advised – poem and a line
Her black looks
his dark thoughts
ill advised
hand drying knives
dishwasher safe
that’s a maybe
who’d take the risk
both did crazy
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Too tight… two egos, one room
