Love

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

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

delicious

i should have known
you would burn

your 350º heat
sizzled

beneath my
fingers

but i couldn’t
resist you

you wanted me
me!

who was i to
say no

here i lay
baking

singed at the
edges

and all there is
left

of you are
crumbs

and a photograph
and

my sugary delicious
memories

of your hot hot
love

Nothing

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

That Which is Everlasting

Clever, this mode of communication. I can speak without words and you listen, from farther than sound waves carry. Across vast distance we converse, sometimes shouting, sometimes secretly whispering, or jesting delightedly, our smiles never faltering. I am laden with unmanageable sadness when we misunderstand.

Today I find myself weary, though never too weary to blow you a kiss.

Or push the door closed with the sign for ‘I love you.’

Originally written August 5th 2013 for my son, Alex, who is Deaf.

LGHill

brilliance

my smile refracts the glimmer of your heart
and radiates, shining amongst all I meet
my love for you cannot be contained
the sunshine that warms me from within
and brightens my universe
begins with your adoring eyes

The World is My Oyster, Really

“Have you ever noticed that geese, from a distance, sound like dogs barking?” he asks me as he lifts his glass of wine to his lips.

“No,” I reply, thinking him stupid. Really I want to stab him through the heart, but not really. I know I’ll regret it if I do.

“What do you want to do tomorrow?” he asks.

“I don’t know, dear. We’re on vacation. The world is our oyster.”

Maybe I’ll strangle you while you sleep and then I can go out on the boat by myself tomorrow and not have to listen to you whine about how much the cottage costs us per month and how much your shoulder hurts when you paddle.

“Maybe we should go out in the boat,” he says.

“That sounds like a good idea, dear,” I reply.

Sea

wave (1)
I find myself looking, searching
for a single speck of sand
or a wave that favours
a long lost lover
with his arms outstretched
To see his likeness in that speck
or in that wave
and know that he sees me too

And though my eyes grow weary
his melody is strong, his voice, his song
upon the wind that drives the wave
in the ripples on the sand which purl
keening within my heart
My harmony has nowhere to go
but to the sand, the waves
to my love who exists only
in the eternal sea of my soul.

L.G.Hill
@January 2, 2007