LEWIS HUMPHRIES - POEMS

Lewis is a creative copywriter from Birmingham in the UK. He has been writing poetry and short fiction for years now, with his work featured in publications such as Blood Moon Rising, Indiana Voice Journal, PiF Magazine and Flaneur.

Coveted
​

​Astride the Harbour Bridge, bright radiance
shimmers through an airless summer, and gilds
the passageways of stone and providence.
Were it not for these columns of light, and
their contemplative smoulder, he may
not have glimpsed the portents of her splendour.
 
Journeyed beneath the steeled arch, she is
heedless of her beauty, as she weaves the
indiscernible threads of time through her
fingers. Then marvels at the neon blaze
of simulated day, its steeples
plunging through a course of cobalt torrents.
 
Her contemplations, imbued through mottled
rivulets, are not inflected by the
thrusts of his intentions. She is
sentient only to the subtle meld
of dark and light, his presence cast in the
consequent sheathe of far pitched shade.

Inappropriate
​

​Though
it is
abhorrent
to their senses,
duplicity plays amongst
licentious thoughts. Whilst
their tongues sculpt guileless
words, their bodies proffer narrative
to the tacit deeds of furtive lust.
 

​The Whisper of Fingertips
 

​As one beneath the spill of moonlight,
their essence braced against the cold,
as slithered, silver seepings
illume the twilight’s mould;
and hue the pale
of winters drift,
a deeper
shade of
old.
No
words are
spoken in
the moment; no
trace of sound is made.
Instead, his muse slow creeps,
by whisper of fingertips,
each hushed stroke a faithless promise,
a temperate touch to coax her sin.