Talk to me. Tell me all you have to give. Intone your desires. Spew your needs. And then,
present your very self. Your soul.
Gesture your heart.
For the sake of love.
To me.
For what is the alternative?
It is the personification
of nothing.
Romance
Heat
You’re on fire,
with your passion so red
so perfectly pink
and glowing
nerves standing
stretching your skin
your lips alight
with song
vibrating in your throat
belting from your lungs,
the heat of you
reaches my ears
and melts my insides.
Fall Back to You
Into a letter
to a past lover
I pour my misery
in hopes of forgetfulness
Ironic
that that is all I have left:
memory
Of our boundless energy
our youth, our bodies entwined
bathed in the effortless effort
unthinking to the music
the hard
hard rock to which
we danced
Do you recall
our kisses
and moans?
Do you dream of
our firsts,
our wild nights
our reverence of one another
our amazement at
what we’d discovered in
each other and
our knowledge that
it could never last?
Your voice will ever be with me.
For this I thank you and
for as long as this memory lives
so will you
in my heart.
Yang
The mysteries of your inner workings
Your yang to my yin
Tease me
Bring me to know there is no
Knowing you, really
As much as I can guess what you think
How your gears turn
Within
Inside your feelings are opposite
Yet he same
Your strength to my tears
Your determination to my
vulnerability
Not to say I’m not strong, you are
just more powerful
But I like it that way
I’m not afraid
to say
That your prickliness
turns me on
So when you tell me you understand
The way I think
I know
That you don’t really know yin
from your yang
A Life Lived
She started with a salty goodbye. A sayonara of oceanic proportions, in which ships sank and seashells shattered.
And around she went in the arena of ago, an archipelago amass in aromatic ages.
Until at last she settled, safe within the enclosure of a promised land of epic proportions.
And there she landed a lover, who loved her lonely ass.
Years yonder, she yearns for her yesteryear land.
For her lover forgot, and found a flagrant floozy to fuck.
So she dreams, and connects her current conditions, completely crushed
By sorrowful sayonaras, and restless regrets.
Reverie
If the stars will dance
in the atmosphere
and the moon will run rings
’round the earth
If you are beside me
holding my hand
and the love that we share
launches mirth
Then the universe must be
as happy as we
Let us praise the glory
of the sun
In the days of our life
let us always be joined
and the night, with the stars
we’ll be one
Gossamer Dream (Haiku)
Gossamer Dream
Placed in morning light
Draped in gossamer wishes
I kneel to your pyre
Originally posted March 24/13
Coming Home
As night falls, each day
I see you in a different light
Tired from your broken-assed job
And your stop-gap commute
You rub the back of your neck
And smile at me,
It’s okay
You sip your red wine
at dinner and like a gentleman ask
if I enjoyed my afternoon
And you tip your glass
and nod as your eyes drop
to the buttons nesting just there
And smile at me,
Shall we?
Falling all around you
Your smile, the night,
You prop me up
and we touch and turn
And I see no vulnerability then
Not the rubbing of your neck
Nor the tired look that
weighs upon you
Your power; the silk-covered
marble-like hardness of your
arms that lift and manipulate
my will until,
I know not where I end
and you begin.
Chastise me with you wordless growl
Graze me with your fingertips
Breathe your wine-enduced
last-thrust vitality, with which
you end your day
upon me.
Let me be your chalice.
Come home, to me.
The Haunting of You
I wonder why cheap wine and expensive tunes make you look so good. In candlelight, with dust and cobwebs in the air, our haunted existence glows with anticipation. How many blackouts must I endure? When I wake, you are there, your hands hovering clawlike above my throat; deep inside me you sweat out your passion like so many bats escaping the belfry of your scattered mind.
My breast wants for your offspring. My hands long for your skin. My love… my love bleeds droplets of rain upon the umbrella of your instability. And yet I keep drinking my cheap wine. For if I don’t, I may lose the illusion of the dream of you.
I hear your voice now in the distance. You call for me! On the other end of the phone you whisper, “Come get me! I’m lost here in a field of writhing bodies, of endless lust and music that promises to drive me mad!” I say, “I’m coming!” I always do, no matter the time. You awake me at 3am and yet I dress and drive and pick you up and bring you back and undress you and we climb into bed and it’s the same… it’s the same.
Goodbye before the sun comes up. “Goodbye but I’ll be back when I call you again… when I’ve had too much and need to hide inside you again.”
Cheap wine and expensive tunes. The cobwebs are here in my head along with the haunting of your existence. You will never be more than my memory.
Oh to bear your offspring, and hold it to my breast.
Mathmatical Evolution of Love
A relative emotion
Subtract/divide
by two
Start with joy
add a pinch of misery after so many years
find the balance
Contentment
Do you feel it?
Laying here curled up
in your arms
on a Saturday morning
The newspaper is here
The kids are gone
Their lives are full
of themselves
Just us
subtract
divide
Contentment
Linda G. Hill 