All tagged modern poetry

He is the turn of Autumn

He is the feel of a brown suede boot
laced up with folk songs and wine.
He holds all my laughter in little jars of pickled time.
His voice is the harbour where I moor my boat,
where footprints fan out in grains of sand.

Passion cuts things to pieces

Passion cuts things to pieces
like a shard of broken mirror
that warps a once soft reflection
into jagged shreds of light and skin.
Feel the hot flesh pulse
and flinch in momentary madness.
This transient touch
melts dignity like wax
and bleeds out restlessly
like a beacon of sordid wants.
Bite the lip of sensuality
and bury the questioning mind
under grappled skin and wet hopes
of subdued loneliness.

Peppercorns

Has your tender soul

ever been crushed

like a peppercorn

in a pestle and mortar?

Well let me tell you,

a pinch of you

can ignite fires

on the wettest of tongues.