Your kisses never last long enough
or only if my memory could recreate
the sensation of your lips against mine
the passion in your yearning for me
the sweetness and warmth of your breath
the taste of your tenderness
on the tip of my tongue
then heaven would be with me
every moment of the day.
LGH
@December 27, 2005
My life is an open bookstore
Ask anything…
but if you leave with the info you have to pay for the book,
otherwise these really annoying beepers go off
and everyone turns around
and stares at you…
It’s a game of rat and mouse we play
You with the treacherous paw
Curling your finger so enchantingly,
“Come here, come here,”
your breath is sweet like onions
and your teeth gleam
making me wonder what tidbit,
what delicious speck of sugar
you might have for me…
I inch forward, my nose atwitching
for the scent of danger
but you’re good,
you’re so so good
that all I can sense
is your candy-coated grin
and I’m mesmerized
by that tiny finger
hypnotizing me with it’s
steady
crooked
temptation
I’m so close now I can feel your ratty stinky breath
on my whiskers
You smile,
your charm could placate a snake
and I relax
I tell you my woes
I turn over my sympathy,
like it was my firstborn
I give you
everything
all of me
all I hold dear
And then.
What do you do…?
Your ratty teeth no longer gleam
dear vermin,
your onion breath stings my eyes
Your insidious paw
with its needle-sharp claw
that has skewered everything
everything
everything I love
has a hair upon it
It is mine
from where you dug out the flesh
from my sleek mousy back
but what you don’t realize
You will choke on it all
dear rat
Your blessed rat life
where you’ve gathered so much
shitty gold
will turn to dust
And you, poor withered rat
will die
with my hair
in your throat.
I close my eyes and hear the sound of my breath
Nothing else haunts me tonight, I am alone
In touch with my deep blue thoughts I stay here
Wading among ghosts of dreams of long lost lovers
If time should be so kind to me, to bless me with one last kiss
…it will never be enough, for I will go on
In the vein of life that passes my lips as air
Swallowed up by the night, the darkness in my heart.
December 7, 2005
11:29pm
Your silence is like a fine coating of dust
That shrouds my room
My bed weighed down
Shards of sparkling glass
All around
So I sit, congested, congealed
Afraid to move
Lest I disturb your silence;
All that remains of you.
In a flash
You’re gone
I missed
You sped
away
from my sight
In the night
I dreamt
You stayed
I met you, and in five minutes you had wiped me right off the planet with your charm.
Now, a mere hour later, I am ashes in your wake.
It is clear as crystal.
As fine as the softest downy feather.
That you were meant
For a certain kind of hell.
How else can one like me, with nothing to my name but the clothes on my back,
describe the likes of you, with your mirages and mirrors?
You who takes and takes and gives back fire
to burn the skin from my bones
and leaves me smouldering by the side of the road.
But you love it.
You ache for it.
You, who deserves only to be exposed
to a certain kind of hell.
Previously posted on The Community Storyboard, retrieved with love…
I have in my mind
A cookie cardboard cut-out
Of a man-shaped you, in a tailored suit
Your eyes a-fire with the knowing
And your hands hiding their itch in your pockets
You find me where I am most susceptible
Knee deep in my life-mire
Gasping my final hope
And just the sip of your breath
Through your teeth as you realize
I’ve seen you before
In a dream and you, me
You offer me your hand
And obliging I scratch-grasp
Your smile makes me beautiful
The cloth of your suit against my burdened cheek
Smooths my thoughts
In my mind you take me
To heights unfathomed and to lows where I look up
and all I see is your hair-shadowed face
You bless-task me with your wit
You stroke my every need
Your breath shall be my be my conception
Your grace shall be my calm
Your laughter shall be my saviour
Your warmth shall be my pyre
Your love shall be my cradle
I’ve seen you before
In a dream and you,
If only
look, it’s me
with my bulldozer of words
plowing together phrases
building sentences
shoveling nouns and verbs
like dirt and gravel
mashing them together
ungracefully
see? it’s just me
little me with my
massive machine
the wizard of a world
where ruby slippers
attract witches
mashing them together
like frankenstein
who was that? just me
with my fingertips
dancing on the keys
drawing you in
drawing me out
so we can meet on wet pavement
mashing us together
like chums
just here, it’s me
with my choices
by the millions
how to build the words
with a diction bulldozer
a thesaurus machine
mashing them together
to impress off your ass
LGH
for PM
Not a word, shall I taste
from your lips, to my lobe
Nor a breath, shall I swallow
from your throat, to my lungs
For your life, shall I covet
from your heartbeat, ‘neath my hand
From your first, to your last
Shall I hold, to my heart.
Linda G. Hill 