Intimate Things

Sitting on the rim

Of a rainstorm

Thinking about

Thoughts of you,

Clouds almost

Kissing the rooftops

A cold wind

Whistllng on through,

A young woman

Came by with

Mystical rings

And the sweetest

The sexiest smile,

We sat near the clouds

Our backs to the wind

Talking about

Intimate things.

Stephen Nesbitt©

From “Spring Into Summer”

6:55 PM May 30, 2012

Edges & Possibilities

There’s always that possibility

That keeps one on the edges,

Perhaps there’s no lips,

No tongues, no fingers

At the moment,

No arching of backs

At the squeezing

And drawing in,

No finger nails on

The shoulder blades,

But there’s always that possibility

That keeps one on the edges.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Spring Into Summer”

8:15 AM May 29, 2012

Clocks And Calendars

I am done

With the wow factor


Life is good,

I go to work

He goes to work

The kids go to school,

I make dinner

He mows the lawn

Sometimes we switch,

The kids come home,

TV, a movie now and then,

Plans for our holiday,

And of course

The new sleep aides

Are simply wonderful,

Reality is reality

Isn’t it Stephen,

It’s all about

Clocks and calendars,

I read you from

Time to time,

You’re really quite good

You know,

Something you wrote

Tagged with The Cure

Made my thighs tingle,

But my cell rang

And it was back to reality,

I don’t know how

You stick with now time,

It must be a Yogi thing,

Love as always,


Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Spring Into Summer”

8:00 AM May 27, 2012

Sometimes Mornings

Sometimes mornings

Are a time stand still,

That interlude between

Shift changes

When nothing seems

To be happening,

But the unseen magic

Is still there,

Much like the energy

Racing between

A man and a woman,

Sensing the desire,

Fighting the urgency,

Never connecting

This time around.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Spring Into Summer”

9:12 AM May 26, 2012

A Goddess And A Wizard

A Wizard sat

Outside the door

Reading clouds

And listening to

Far away voices,

I swear he’s

A paranoid schizophrenic

The Goddess said,

I suppose if

Anyone knew about

Such things

She would know

For her energy spoke

Without her even speaking,

And what was I to do

A simple poet

Caught in the middle,

Drawn to both,

Stuck in that flux

That holds you


Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Spring Into Summer”

3:40 PM May 25, 2012

Here And There

A stranger sitting

At a table in the rain

Said it was chemtrails

That brought the clouds

And the pain,

Hid the Super Moon,

New moon and solar eclipse,

A Native Elder hinted

It was the Underground People

Near Comox

Who created the paradox,

A gorgeous blonde teacher

Near the end of her masters

Said it was probably weather


I think she was single,

For that’s how her energy

Mingled and left electrifying

Tingling bits in the air

Here and there.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Spring Into Summer”

8:37 PM May 21, 2012