Her eyes are poetry, and
Each blink of her eyes is a poem.
Her voice is poetry, and
Each of her words is a poem.
Her thinking is poetry, and
Each of her thoughts is a poem.

My love for her is poetry, and
Each of my expressions for her is a poem.
My care for her is poetry, and
Each of my suggestions for her is a poem.
My desire for her is poetry, and
Each expression of my romance for her is a poem.

Our mutual attraction is poetry, and
Each of our confessions to one another is a poem.
Our eternal relationship is poetry, and
Each of our manifestations for one another is a poem.
Our way of talking to each other is poetry, and
Each of our conversations with one another is a poem.

Your eyes
clear as a noon day sky
bluer than the ocean
full of stars as they settle on mine
I find myself wishing on those stars
"make this moment last forever"
and in the absence of butterflies
there is a sinking
a falling (in love)
a coming home

Believed in his love making me sweet
Never knowing it was filled with lust
And only lust...
Closed my eyes in his love making me blind
Never knowing it was filled with lust
And only lust...
Shared me for his love making me pride
Never knowing it was filled with lust
And only lust...
Left me in his thoughts making me sick
Never knowing it was just lust
And only lust...

The bonding forge of palm on palm
Breaks my shield, dissolves my calm;
Your hands trace earthquakes down my spine,
Awakening every nerve of mine.

You ignite my skin with a lightning flash,
Electric tremors pulse and pass,
Each fingertip becomes a molten brand
That sears desire across my land.

When lips meet, our worlds collapse
Passion fractures these synaptic maps;
Your embrace, a crushing tidal force,
Leaves my gravity without a course.

Magnetic fever pulls us close,
As currents crush and silence prose.
Each brush of skin sends shockwaves deep,
Where primal energy coils and leaps.

Heated fusion erodes the mantle,
Boundaries burn and souls entangle,
Your touch conquers my universe
Intent with the need to be immersed.

©️Lizzie Bevis

2 of 6


I can’t decide which woman I want.
I fancy six but it comes down to two.
I will probably end up with none,
But as I always have given you, this is my truth.


Honestly it is frustrating.
Can’t be bothered with all the dating.
Just want to say will you be mine?
But still in my mind I can’t decide.


One I know to be quite lovely.
One to me is a complete mystery.
The one I know has little flaws.
The unknown quantity could possibly have more.


One is single and could be dated,
Whilst the other I don’t know if she wants to be dating,
Or already has a love of her own.
Choices are discussed with you on my phone.


That’s how it starts,
With a self-sent text message.
Want one of two to be my missus.
See them talk and want them both,
But I’m getting old and they are both so far and yet so close.


One has beauty.
One is beautiful.
One might be perfect,
Though that is doubtful.


So which shall I choose?
I will leave it to fate
And wait for the day,
They ask me out on a date.


But the time is approaching.
The day of love Valentine.
Will you be mine?
Or will I never shine?


Left for dead, because of my head.
Can’t have only heart in charge.
Lust may lead, but I want more.
I want a connection which will never part.


The next is my last.
At least that is what I hope.
Don’t want a million to choose from.
Just a sign that says go,
An answer which is not no,
And a woman who understands why I say ‘nope, nope, nope’.


(C)2024 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

in pursuit of you                          
i put myself in harms way
something ‘teethy’  entered my bloodstream
and  flooded   i hoped for the best

we crashed   and meddled   and crashed
again
a fixed ache  we were yanked back to
chairs, tables, sofas, beds
bending to the shapes and endurance levels
sounding off of their abilities to aid our act
          even thrown over washings machines
tatting against their vibrations
tossed about in bathrooms                                      
our clothing pulled from us outdoors
risking winter exposure
                                    dragged to the gritty pavement
and hurled against solid public art
all very much in tune                                            
        with natures ludic intentions
           and without a mote of embarrassment
                                               on our part