poem

If Only

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

here i am

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

My Creation

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.

tide

…and i’m lost without you
time means nothing
the moments stand still
and blend in and in to
waves gently slupping
displacing grains of sand

yes

just like you put me here
and then you move me to there
and then the world
shifts
on its axis
and your water
your soft salty water
slips away
from my flesh
…and I’m lost without you

Just A Little

I will love you
Just a little
From a distance
Is that okay?

Because you’re special
and I like you
you seemed to like me
the other day

I will see you
through the window
of my ‘puter
and here I say

I will love you
Just a little
’cause you’re special
in your own way

This poem isn’t about anyone in particular, but rather a reflection on how our perceptions of people we meet on the internet can sometimes be skewed by first (and possibly false) impressions. It’s childish on purpose.

Adolescence

I have observed the subject

As he sits in the centre of the room

Peering around the slouched, cotton-clad backs

Of the distracted,

And past the ramrod twill

Of the zealous

And I see he yearns

he craves

he screams out heartily

in his own placid way

with his naked, childish hunger

and his polyester trash-can-hand-me-downs

to fit.

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

Incarnation

Music as timeless as the earth
A breath taken and released as a single drop of sunlight
Absorbed by my soul is my gift from you.

What shall I promise you now?
That a new forever will we live
In each other’s hearts?

You dress yourself now as an angel
But I know you as a man
Who shits and creates love like the whisper of a baby’s sigh.

Are we the product of our own past creations?
The children of our children’s children?
Or are we the result of a vow, a pact, a fiery ember, crushed and smoldered in a watery grave?

I shall offer you a word
A syllable of dust and of hope
A chalice of ashes and a flask of life.

I shall offer you
me
May you treat me with care this time around.

L.G. Hill
July 1, 2005

The Love Coaster

Love is a roller coaster, isn’t it?

Clunking up that first hill, speculating, is the feeling mutual?

And when we reach the top we breathe, for only a second

because the rush, the onslaught, the weightlessness

the centrifugal force unites us in the curves and we are thunderstruck.

Then worry sinks in as we rise and fall and rise and fall

– will we stay on the tracks?

If we come loose, it’s over…

Before we know it, our car has come gliding back to reality.

Do we hold hands after the Love Coaster stops?

Do we endure, content in remembering how our wild ride began?

Or do we relinquish this titillation for the next?

Rain

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