After the Vows: Poems Between Lovers is a fantastic collection of 120+ sonnets – wonderfully diverse poems on a broad range of topics – by David M Pitchford and Siobhan.  This collection shows the early and developing life of a relationship between two highly articulate people.  It’s a great read, especially for Romantics who need a model for practical romance or for cynics who need the same.

Please buy the book…to do so, email me – siom1@hotmail.com or if you like see if it is still available on amazon.com

Poems Between Lovers

Here is a sample of the poems you will find in this marvelous collection:

You are not Orpheus

You are not Orpheus, love, nor would I
have you be, and I will not slip in to
Hades hands. Understand my love is new
even when mundane is the order of
the day and I wish for words of passion
and wit. My days are incomplete without
a kiss from your lips, in a smile or pout.
Fanciful dreams in romantic fashion
still find their way into the world around
me, but now my prince has a face I can see
and when I look in your eyes, I see me.
My name in your voice is sweeter, I say
more musical than any poetry,
or song, Orpheus ever thought to play.

~ Siobhan

Aphrodite in Your Shadow

So well you take me as I am. I fear
to imagine what would be should that fair-
fortuned force that fogs your eyes suddenly
shed the scales that put me in your vision
as you describe it. I see no such man
within my mirror, but thank the heavens
that you see me so. And how do I see
you? Aphrodite shone as bright, I’m sure,
yet your steadfast nature is earth scented,
unlike Venus’s too fickle fragrances,
therefore so much the more desirable.
Yet, how can I compare you and be fair
when she is myth and you of fleshly make
she I wonder of-you I worldly hold.

~ David

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Perfect Moments

It could have been a French Bistro, and our
faithful Steiner the maitre d’. One lush
tomato, two luscious steaks flavored with
pepper and brandy, and potatoes mashed
with garlic. (Too bad lunch must cry for wine
and hear no answer.) We two made for a
friendly crowd unto ourselves. Another
perfect moment of Now – a few kisses
washed down with filtered water – oh, did I
mention missing the wine? – parting words in
a language only you and I know. The
roughness of my hands cause crackles like spark
sounds as I slide them down your wool pants. A
promised future – parting, we wave kisses.

~ David

Garlic Kiss

The taste of garlic mingles in our kiss
and you smile a laugh in my direction.
Who needs wine for such simple pleasures as
we share, love? Not me. I relish the taste
of you, the way you look at me across
the table – breakfast, lunch, or late supper,
by candlelight or moon, day’s full sunshine
it matters not to me as long as you
and I share the time. Electricity
jumps between us, arching across the space
igniting the passion that curls below
the surface whenever you are near me.
Your hands slide along wool while I wrap my
arms around you for one more garlic kiss.

~ Siobhan

One Response to “After the Vows”


  1. […] in me, but I love the name “Siobhan”. So it was with great delight that I came across After The Vows: Poems For Lovers on the recommendation of a friend. Siobhan writes wonderful short pieces like We […]

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