During Covid-19 lockdown, more poets are taking advantage of virtual poetry readings to share their work and connect with other writers. The following virtual poetry readings I have participated in over the last two months. Click the links to view/listen to the recordings.
Slowly she enters the room
and approaches the bed.
She’s not feeling too keen on much else
than having poetry read.
She opens the book,
scans the room,
and gives you the look
Your breathless monologues
are what she needs.
She’s not looking for more,
only for your words.
Your voice begins to trigger sensations down below
as she closes her eyes,
Your words soothe the tension
as each word is given careful attention,
knowing how each one caresses her mind,
seizing on the opportunity
to the revealing of her true beauty;
this is your one chance for unity.
She is captured by your guise.
You firmly believe the efforts are worthwhile.
The feeling is mutual
and catching you both by surprise.
she’s reached her peak.
There are no more words left to speak.
The mind is tired and the body is weak.
You lean in and say, ‘I guess I’ll be seeing you next week.’
Your words whisper in my ear
Your voice does things to me
That haven’t been felt in years
My heart races
My insides quicken
I want to hear more
I listen when I’m alone
To be safe from disturbance
I listen while at work
In hopes that no one notices
The reaction your whisper creates
I listen before I sleep at night
You’re the last thing I want to hear
Blow by blow, your words hit deep
The aching and longing are no strangers to me
But nothing else does it justice
Not like they deserve
Nothing can explain
Or perfectly portray
These feelings the same way