#JusJoJan 6/17 – Tangible

I wish I could touch you
I would die to be with you
to the end.

It’s like you’re a spirit
Living inside me, in my memory
you are.

It kills me to see you
with her
When you were born for me
you know.

I just want to touch you
once more
’til I do, I will live
to hope.

~ from the mind of Nina Curry
outtake from The Great Dagmaru


Thank you to Prajakta for giving us our prompt for today – “Tangible.” Please click on this link and go say hi to her! https://anarmchairperfectionist.wordpress.com/2017/01/06/tangible-jotting/

And a very special thank you once again to Rosemary for hosting Just Jot It January today! Her post for this prompt can be found here: https://rosemarycarlson.com/2017/01/06/tangible/

Just Jot It January is a fun, month-long community challenge that you can join any time! Go here for details! https://lindaghill.com/2017/01/06/jusjojan-daily-prompt-jan-617/


at the bottom of a bottle
knee-deep in long green grass in summer
beneath a blanket of stars
amidst a warm breeze
with you between my legs
close to ecstasy
over the moon
retreat to candlelight
enveloped in soft music
gliding upon your breath
on a cloud of happiness


let’s slap together a wall
shall we?
build it out of pancakes
with sweet slippery syrup to hold it up
construct it out of love
and slurp it down
when we can’t keep our hands off each other
ah why build it anyway?
let’s go to bed hungry
and wake up full

#SoCS – Parts

there are parts of you
I’d like to claw,
and yes,
there are parts
that I’d like
to caress.
there are parts of you
I’d like to kiss
and yes,
there are parts
I just want
to breathe in.
I would love
to make
you mine
and yes,
I know
we’ll never


Stream of Consciousness Saturday.



there’s something purely distinct
about fire, isn’t there?
how it silkenly licks and caresses
its victim until
it no longer exists as it was
but it succumbs so gently
like a lover accepting
her very last kiss
unable to bring to memory
the one before


This poem was written in Stream of Consciousness. Click the link to join in the prompt, which this week is “mem”: https://lindaghill.com/2016/11/11/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-nov-1216/

It was also prompted by the Daily Post. The word of the day, Flames.

cereal aisle psychosis

i married a man
with cereal aisle psychosis
whom i can leave to ponder
this or that
or that or this
for half a day
and still wind up
with naught
but a bowl of milk
for breakfast

my question is
if the cereal aisle
is such a conundrum
how did he
choose me?


and breaker of hearts
how did we drift apart
so easily
when we relied on each other
when we fought
for each other
when we melded so completely
in the night
beneath the stars
what was ours
who knew
it could shatter

recurring you

i love
how you rearrange
my thoughts
you reappear
and re-propose
all those things you did
so long ago
you’re addictive
you know
even though
I’m not
the woman I was
seem not to change
that’s why
you rearrange
your arch’d brow
makes me vow
there’s never been
another quite the same
and there will never be
for me
for the truth
is that you
like a tattoo
skin deep
are a part of me
I’ll never see
again the same
in the november rain
those showers
how that beauty
will be ever ours


i arise with a sigh
leave you lying in bed
trip to the kitchen
start up the perc-drip
curl up on the sofa
knees to chest
sweet dreams of last night
of your breath on my lips
weight of your body
slip into heat-thoughts
back to the kitchen
on a cloud of contentment
pour rich black pleasure
and my cup melts
with desire sips
may this morning
never end


Promises in the dark
we’ll never fall in love
lasted months
but then
you had to go
because you know
promises must be kept.