For Poetry in Motion word prompt ~ Anticipation~ 24 May, 2015 – 30 May, 2015.

Electricity, adrenaline… power lines humming
My body is a tsunami, waiting to happen

Pacing the rooms, the hallways, the sidewalks
My ear tuned to the sound of your engine

Time bends, folds, in a tectonic-like motion
Too slow for this heart; rushing headlong to…

All the air leaves my lungs, I hear nothing but my pulse
The tornado descends, contained in your eyes

And I fall… falling… strings cut… into the endless blue
Into the wind and the rain and the hurricane of you

Desire too long contained
Miles no longer restrain
My Love is home again

~ kei
25 May 2015


The Muse is silent but she doesn’t mind. Among her reveries, she seeks to find. She knows who she was and as yet, still is. Once upon a time he was her world and ever after, she is his.

No new words today. Please enjoy this piece (below) from 2012.

Mentor and Muse II ~ The Artist

~ kei
14 January 2015

Mentor And Muse II – The Artist

A piece from August 2012.

The Eclectic Poet

Paint me with all the colours of your love

Paint me with your lips, fingers and tongue

Trace every line, every curve, upon my body

Trace my skin with your perfect artistry

Stroke so gently with ink-stained hands

Stroke words beseeching and commands

Paint your words of love all over me

Paint our union in tactile poetry

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Workaday Thoughts

I feel your touch everywhere
In the precious ache that stays with me all day
Reminding me that you’ve shared my body
In the shape of sweet love bruises that make me smile
In the taste of you that I savour lingering on my tongue
You are in me, on me and all around me
When I crave you, when hunger is all I feel
I remember these things
And then the waiting from morning’s kiss goodbye
To the evening’s welcome home hug
Seems slightly more bearable
If only for the deferred happiness
That I know is waiting for me
At home
With you

~ kei
22 May 2014

A Painter's Hands

Petites Pensées

Sometimes, there just aren’t words adequate, poetical, descriptive, evocative enough…

And so… As yet I occupy this space. Somewhere between reality and a dream

A dream that is made manifest in my life and in my heart and in my soul

Reality that is so achingly beautiful, it’s hard to comprehend

I have only the language of us at the moment. My poetry has flown away

Quite frankly, it sticks at the end of my fingertips because really all that I have to say is…

I love you five

Plus one

That’s eleventy hundred

~ kei

19 May 2014


Good Morning

The first thing I saw this morning… your beautiful face

Can I say these things to you?

How beautiful you are, how your smile makes my knees weak
That the colour of your eyes exists only to shame the skies

All I want is to stare at you

To learn every expression, to watch your hands in their creation.
Observing your tall frame in the motion of living and loving

My words want to wrap round you

Stories of new beginnings, tales of hope, healing and redemption,
Tales of lost souls found and love ever after

These are only thoughts as your smile envelopes me. for there are only softest sighs as you paint your desire onto the willing canvas of my body; only your heartbeat as I write words of love through the silvered sable hair on your chest onto the parchment of your skin

~ kei
3 May 2013

Man's chin black white


My secret love, dwelling quiet in my heart and soul, shouted from this page.

My liege protector, standing strong against the world, held close to my Watcher’s heart.

His desire and longing are irresistible to me, as he lies in perfect beauty on our bed.

He commands in weighted silence, the touch of my fingers on his frame and pleads with kisses sweet that burn his image into my brain.

His hunger leaves me breathless, this secret love of mine, tasting full the unbridled desire he makes in me, and leaving me wanting more of his kiss.

Every angle of his body begs to be caressed and kissed and the sweet, low sound of his ecstasy I feel it for my own. I take his love inside of me and give him back in kind.

There are no secrets between him and me, my soul’s Alpha. He knows my heart like his own, my body better than myself. I am made lovely in his eyes, and he is perfect in mine.

He offers himself to me like the rarest gift, taking what he wants as a conqueror on his knees and I am a his treasured slave, when I push him down and demand my due.

We fight in sweat soaked sheets, seeking to be both the master and the servant and in moments of perfect joining not knowing where he begins or where I end.

In sated exhaustion, breath gone with exertion, the sheen of sweat and love, oils our bodies in the moonlight. His gaze upon me, reflects his love and adoration, undoing my soul and I fall into his eyes, lost in his arms, dreaming in complete satisfaction of the fealty of my Knight, to whom his Lady kneels.

In perfect harmony and balance of equals. A yin and yang of souls. In loving contrasts and harmonies. Two halves of one whole.

~ kei
30 April 2014


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National Poetry Writing Month

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I’m absolutely delighted to be posting my last poem of the 30 days of NaPoWriMo. What a great idea, though my inner teenager often wanted to flip the bird to the concept. No medals will be awarded but I’m pleased to have completed the challenge.

Here are all my poetry pieces written for this, my first year participating in National Poetry Writing Month:

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