Saturday, 30 September 2017

A Kiss


A Kiss

Eyes close as I close in upon
Those red wine lips.
Rosy promise of a divine
Kiss and tell of
The love that I can bring to our
Togetherness.

Talking without speaking our love.
Tongue twisted words,
Passionate embraces that tell
Of a special
Need we share and feel within us:
Blind absorption. 

Surely your kisses cannot lie?
Your love is not
A thing of whetted appetite.
Your kisses mean
All that cannot be told. No words
Can tell me more.


Dave Urmston c 2017

Wednesday, 13 September 2017

Me


Me

Do I know myself?
Am I who I think
I am? A mirror
Image never does
Justice but then what
Tale is to be told
In the face? In each
Moment, I am a
Different person.
Am I merely the
Summation of my
Clouded memories?

What of how others
See me? Can I be
Known better by one
Who simply observes?

Perhaps many things
Make up the real me.
No one is simple
But a rich soup of
Raw ingredients
Each flavouring the

Personality.                                      Dave Urmston c 2017