Come on, come on, close!
Won’t these lift doors ever close?
You breathe into my mouth
my fingers invade your finery
I was hypnotised across the table
by the explicit silk of your bare shoulders
Now hot air slathers at my forearms
as our legs entangle their thick reef-knot
Behind this crashing waterfall
no one can hear us moan
as you’re bitten for the thrill of it
And in this lift, we write together
the oldest poem, it’s the oldest poem
a poem as old as time
You don’t know this but you’ve re-lit
the fuse of life in me
I’ve been feeling dead for months
in some subtle crushing ways
I’d lost my grip upon the rip chord
of that passionate parachute
Now, I’m risen and roused
heart beating in my lower lip
as it crushes itself to yours
My sleight of hand restored
your clasp magically unlatching
All hell is breaking loose
as I soar across your skin
Come on, come on, close!
Doors; gift us some privacy
Lost in the moment, penning together
the oldest poem, it’s the oldest poem
a poem as old as time
And I’ve
never felt so alive…
[2020]
Thanks for reading.
The Lighthouse 
Great poem!
And then the door opened.
“Hello boss,” I said, “Still working?”
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Haha, you’re closer to the truth than you may know… Thanks for reading!
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That third verse!!! 🔥🔥🔥
Loved this my friend 🖤🖤
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Super well done: “Lost in the moment, penning together / the oldest poem, it’s the oldest poem / a poem as old as time”. Sensual and romantic stuff.
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Thanks for reading (as always!). I feel like I’ve written a million of these kind of poems now so I called my original draft of this one ‘Same Old Poem’ and nearly deleted it… Then the lines which you have picked out came to me afterwards and I thought, actually, I can work that into the poem and make it something slightly more worthwhile.
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That an interesting process which found you at this point. Always intriguing to hear how a piece comes about. Glad you didn’t delete this one, after all!
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“I was hypnotised across the table/by the explicit silk of your bare shoulders.” Perfection. I know we’ve talked before of the incredible beauty and sensuality of a woman’s shoulders. You capture it beautifully here Tom.
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Ah thanks for reading and commenting. I like that you picked out that line, I love a celebration of of hypnotic quality of shoulders and don’t see them appreciated enough in writing. Really pleased you enjoyed. 🙏🏼
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
A Romantic love poem
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A slight slip of the hand magic Tom – sleight!
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Ohh thanks Peter, my eagle-eyed editor. I’ll fix that now.
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A favourite of mine 💜 Brilliant passionate poetry Tom. Bravo, bravo.
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Thank you Bree! I’m so pleased you like this one. Reading it myself recently I found was quite pleased with it and wanted to give it another airing…
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