EMAIL INDIGO DREAMS
SLEEPING WITH YOU
And Other Night-time Adventures
Although this book deals briefly with such diversions as the late evening bus, the intricacies of sleeping and sleepwalking, dreaming and so on, it is mainly a book of passion.
These poems were written to be playfully passionate, seriously sexy, darkly dangerous while also, because of their love and tenderness, to appeal equally to both sexes.
The poet’s aim is to bring people closer together, and one could say this volume was written in aid of a universal global warming.
At its best, the night is a loneliness shared.
IDP
"Wendy Cope would kill for some of his one-liners"
Dr.Paul McDonald (Wolverhampton U.)
"How can he be so prolific and so consistently good"
Sam Smith
"Look up Stevens, he's the best poet in England"
Lynda S.Silva in Poetry Forum, U.S.A.)
"Powerful and assured use of the language, that is both playful and impressive" Stella Stocker
"Each (poem) has a life after the last line is read"
Michael Bangerter (in N.H.I.Review)
"Made me want to run my fingers down someone’s
spine"
Dawn Bauling,
"powerful and assured use of language, that is
both playful and impressive."
Stella Stocker,
"He has an ability to show the familiar in an unfamiliar way
and bring insights into his poetry that make each poem fresh and innovative"
Jim Bennet, The Poetry Kit
"There are a hell of a lot of words for your money."
the late Richard Titman, poet
"I have no doubts that you have changed the face
of British poetry"
Michael Newman,
Geoff Stevens was born 1942 in the industrial Black Country area of England. He was a chemist in industry for 37 years.
Geoff was a committee member of Black Country Society and Director of Industrial Archaeology in the 70’s.
Editor of Purple Patch poetry magazine since 1976, and various other magazines. His own poetry is widely published with seven previous collections, CD’s and DVD and he was awarded the Ted Slade Award for Services to Poetry 2009.
He helped found Poetry Wednesbury and Spouting Forth poetry groups and has organised four national poetry conventions.
Geoff is also noted for his artwork with two exhibitions and numerous book illustrations.
SLEEPING WITH YOU
GEOFF STEVENS
ISBN 978-1-907401-61-9
PP 74
PUB DATE JANUARY 2012
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SLEEPING WITH YOU
I want thoughts of me
to sleep with you
before I do.
I want to walk your dreams
stalk your desires
in the throes of Morpheus,
for images to scream
in your day dreams
of us together.
I want you to sleep on the future
so that when it happens
we will share the new awakening
of pleasure.
Just murmur my name at midnight
and although I won’t hear you
I will come.
DAYTIME WHEN IT PUTS ITS CLOTHES ON
From your patterned coffee mug,
iced with veins that are the same blue
as your skin-silk dressing gown,
you sip your coffee-milk,
fresh from its frothy-laced,
frilly-edged sojourn into the micro-wave,
its Sweetex spumed-edge
cauling your tongue with caffeined-casein
as the warmth of its ingestion
migrates to your skin.
I read to you,
a short story by Brautigan,
a meagre page that is a long seductive paging
of the memory
of women when they put their clothes on
in the morning.
And, eyes closed, you are listening
as I gently clothe the naked mind
of early morning
with silk-skinned words
that slide so easily
over the smooth skin of waking,
a waking to the warmth of the sun
on the windows,
the chirping of songbirds
practising their scales,
the taste of milky coffee,
of milky coffee,
that feeling.....
that feeling.....
WHEN IT’S ALL OVER WILL YOU BE WITH ME?
When it's all over
will you still walk through the darkness
like an infra-red image
developing on the bromide of my dreams?
Will I see you though I cannot see you
your body displacing space in line with shape
distorting my brain with the anticipation?
Will you lift the lid
like you lifted the sheet
and slide in
seeking warmth from me
and giving it to me
grasping my leg between your thighs
putting your cold nose in my ear?
Will you gasp
when you encounter cold bones
where my flesh used to be?
Will I know you are always next to me
or will death be the end of us?
EACH MORNING LIGHT
Naked you are as complex as calculus
And yet so easily differentiated
Because it is a nakedness
That I have come to know
So that my mind calculates the area beneath the curve
Without but a thought
And tells me in the darkness
That it is you.
Naked you are the coast of my intentions
My passport to abroad withdrawn
My heart confined to house arrest.
Statements that I make
Are vetted by my love for you
Yet prisoner of conscience
I am provided with all the comforts
Wished from life.
Naked you say you love me
It is a statement without clothes.
It smells of your skin.
It throws its arms around my neck.
It is as warm as your body.
I stroll around it all my island day.
And after the lonely tide of sleep
It is the sunshine finger writing in my sand.
Just murmur my name at midnight
and although I won’t hear you
I will come.
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