Whispered wants are eagerly shared.

We reach in hungry anticipation.

Hands move purposely with excited fingers lead.

Our legs and feet in playful tangle.

In moments tears of sweet sweat roll.

The scene changes as our bodies find purpose with each other.

There is focus now behind closed eyes.

With the rising tide we firmly hold and commit.

We find joy, and peace. Sleep.

Sweet harmony we dream.

Dean Reeves


My Poetry

Ghost Tree

The First Fen Blow

You should look away

I have not woken 

Bottled Love

War end

A lover’s touch


Beauty of her nature 

Fierce Love

The Rat

My Moody Girl

We have met before…

You are….

Looking Up


Stare of the Moon

Holding the thread


Stone cold love

The imps are feasting

I am more than a tree

Wisbech Morning

The bleeding fields of Naseby

I did not cry

We are England

Curtain Call

Do not pity the English

Turning Left

Prosperity of Evil

Bang Up

“The Return of Black Shuck”

“I saw You” by Dean Reeves

“Bring the wind” by Dean Reeves

“I choose” by Dean Reeves

“Forgotten Dancer” by Dean Reeves

“Market Day” by Dean Reeves



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