Five Poems by F.S. Blake

 

Genius for Erotic Mischief

When we two, our bodies meet
And passions’ clasps unhinge
We relent to urges sweet
And begin our carnal binge

It starts with several playful glances
Knowing exactly what we seek
Stolen hours and stolen chances
Starting out for our peak

Hungry hands and volleys of kisses
Our desires reach for more
The culmination of secret wishes
Our cravings crack open to explore

The pinnacle of creative lust
Built on foundations of loving trust 

 

 

Wounded by the Lances of Nostalgia

Knight errant clutches his chest
Struck by pangs of his past
Gone are days considered his best
His current quest his last

Stabbed by opportunities lost
Longing for memories by his side
Unable to cover the cost
The joys of his past now denied

Our hero at the end of his rope
Killed by what he misses most
Last moments devoid of hope
Brought from love and kisses

Sorrow for the past, the source
Of his death, hastened by remorse.

 

 

I’ll Tell the Stars

 

When stars shine down on me at night

after the storm clouds and raindrops part,

and stars cast their shiny brilliance across the blank 

slate of a cool new night—I’ll tell them 

about you. 

 

They’ll hear me whisper your name in awe

and listen to my breathless gratitude for you 

filling my life—I’ll tell the stars all about you.

 

When I look up to them after a long day 

and a short sunset, they’ll hear me shout 

the joy you’ve brought me and will catch 

the echoes of my love that shines more brightly 

than they could ever dream—I’ll tell the stars

it’s always been: you. 

 

 

Serendipity 

 

The cosmos conspiring for the benefit of our hearts

The universe unveiling its grace to us in the form of found hours together

so that I could gaze upon your loveliness longer

and get lost in the luxury of your timeless beauty

The pressing of all possibilities 

into the once clear eventuality 

where it is just you and me

We soak in blissful conversations

gifted to us by benevolent gods 

who smile at two mortals who’ve found riches 

usually reserved for the heavens

The lucky leaps taken with wild abandon and the joys 

of our smiles when we always stick the landing

The sweetness of plump moments we wouldn’t have

were it not for this serendipity—

The world winds to a stop

so that we can wring from clocks the minutes and measures 

that serve as the infinite source of our happiness 

 

 

Winter 

 

In winter, summer heat is traded

For icy chills and skies too faded 

Splashes in lakes and pools quickly swapped

For hot chocolate and cuddles as temperatures drop 

Like weather, our connection evolves through all seasons 

Annual revelations of the countless reasons 

That finding each other was cosmic fate 

You, my every season eternal soulmate 

 

F.S. Blake is a Bronze Star decorated U.S. Army Veteran and Pushcart Prize nominated poet. He is a published photographer, traveler, advanced SCUBA diver, philanthropist, entrepreneur, and proud husband and father. He has poems published or forthcoming in The Military Review, Welter at University of Baltimore, San Pedro River Review, Persimmon Review, and The Main Street Rag, among others. His chapbooks, Terminal Leave, Above the Gold Fields, and The Few Drops Known are available from Finishing Line Press. His poetry career began during his sister’s wedding.