mostly i love the way you look
when you walk in the door
after a long day at work
mostly i love the way you laugh
mostly in bed, after we make love
mostly i love your passion
you love what you love and
you care not what anyone else thinks
mostly i love the way you smell
when i steal your pillow after you get in the shower
mostly i love the way we fight
and then we make up
and then we make up some more
mostly i love you
yes, mostly i love you
you fill a room
you command space
your smile brightens
like candle light;
your arms, when they surround me
cherish my soul
your energy fills my nerves
and i’m powerful. whole.
up and down
up and down
please place me upon your pedestal forever
should your grace fill me
with the magic of you
if i take half of you
and half of me
will we be one
like frankenstein’s monster
but diminished?
if i draw you
and then quarter you
and then take four quarters
and put you back together
can you fit in
my whole?
if you divide your attention
but then we multiply
will our children
be a fraction
of us?
if you spend half your time
with me
and the other half
baking
can we
reinvent pi?
you are a ball of light
drifting in and out
resting above my drunken eyes
tumbling past my brain to rest
like a collar around my neck
and then
as you heat my body
enwrapped in your warm afterglow
i know
you are mine
for the night
there are days, when I can’t
think of a thing, to write
when I hear a whistle in my ear
and realize it’s the wind
coming from the other direction
there are days, and this is one of them
that I just want to say, good night
and turn off the light, close my eyes
and lay awake, thinking of all
the things I want to write
tomorrow
sometimes
life is weightless
like feathers stacked upon feathers
only to have them blown away
sometimes
you think you know
which direction things will take
like life. or like this poem
sometimes
there’s verse and there’s rhyme
and rhythm, but then there’s not
because life, like poems, can stop abrup
little girl
you are the paralyser
one look from you
and dreams fall
to the ground
old woman
paralyser
abbreviated version
look inward
that’s it
a dark flower blooms
like black ink upon the petal of a rose
deep within my chest
where my heart
should lie to you but i can’t;
your love for me so sweet,
such like i wish upon myself
before i lie in
my grave will surely be marked
by all who misunderstood
my happiness, my confidence,
that was all bravado
and darkness
there is a light inside
but not one i’d wish upon
humankind’s most hideous enemy
for it lives already inside of him
but he is not me
i am but a simple seed inside
a grown man’s body, my heart is a
dry husk, hollowed out by one who should have sacrificed
himself but instead betrayed,
with a soul diseased, rotten, calloused
yet hurting; afraid of who he might be to
the one whose light he held in his hand and breathed upon it and
left unable to love
with his brittle heart
susceptible to flame
and spark
spend your love on me
you say
but what does that really mean?
if i have eleven dollars and
fifty cents
that won’t buy much, will it?
if i use my credit card, say visa, or
american express
will it add interest to the offer?
can i mortgage my house
for you
and if so will that set my love in stone?
or maybe i should just take out
a loan
you know i’d get my knees broken for you, right?
spend you love on me
you say
but what i’d rather do is present it freely, to you each day.
Linda G. Hill 