It’s a game we play
Where you wear the suit
and tie
and I wear the dress
and heels
At our favourite restaurant
Candles and romance
And I pluck from your fingertips
luscious slippery oysters
and place on your tongue
fruit so sweet
And we laugh
and kiss
and drive through the dark
of night
to the warmth
of our home
Where I pluck at your tie
and you slip off my heels
And we drink deep red wine
from crystal cups
And we roll
and spin
And the winner
comes last
She walks along at a decent clip
The snow whips her hair
And stings her face
Like the tattoo of a wasp
being drawn, wings spread
across her cheekbones.
But she would rather imagine
it is the five o’clock shadow
of her lover
sandpaper-scratching
her face as they kiss.
As she walks he approaches
His face, with his time-expectant growth
Lightens the wind’s swirl
And caught up in his embrace
The tattoo of waspy stinging snow
Succumbs to naught.
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
Your kisses never last long enough
or only if my memory could recreate
the sensation of your lips against mine
the passion in your yearning for me
the sweetness and warmth of your breath
the taste of your tenderness
on the tip of my tongue
then heaven would be with me
every moment of the day.
LGH
@December 27, 2005
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
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
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
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
Your heat prickles my skin
in chilled beads of salty desire
your hair whips against my heart
and pulls my pulse from my body
I writhe at your mercy
Please, please give me your life.
My will
I will
see you as nothing but
everything
Linda G. Hill 