Pitterpatter raindrops
Fall upward from the roof
My high in the air chases my dreams away
Wine is heavier and heavenly
than ice when it’s red
Browbeaten muscles forgotten – relaxed
hand me down pictures burned in memory
but never toucherling the raindrops
my head ain’t wet
coz your umbrella loves me
L.G. Hill
December 2, 2006
Your heat prickles my skin
in chilled beads of salty desire
your hair whips against my heart
and pulls my pulse from my body
I writhe at your mercy
Please, please give me your life.
My will
I will
see you as nothing but
everything
As I hold you under the stars
And the threads of my jeans threaten
to pop
The fireflies dance in the smoke-drenched air
remains of our smouldering mound
of char
Your sighs say only that
you breathe the same air as I
but I long – I want to take –
I wish – I need to taste
the warm scent
of your moans.
As I pull you closer, closer under the stars
Nearer my thread-strained jeans
And my eyelids blink upon waltzing fireflies
And I inhale the smoke, your sigh, the scent of my
name upon your lips,
says you are mine
at
last
Linda G. Hill 