i want to touch you
with my hands
and then
i want you to touch me
a simple exchange of heat
between two lovers
enough heat
so that we have to
throw off the sheets
Tag: write
Story 20160319
It is the longest night…
…where the moon has appeared but you have not.
——
hbhatnagar
Two Phrase Story #33
The premise is simple. I provide one phrase every Thursday, an incomplete string of words, and it is up to you to complete it in your own, inimitable way. However you like, taking it in any direction you want.
Poem 20160318
our hearts
beat out
the same
rhythm
but mistimed
as if i were from
the past
and you are here
in the present
and we see each other
as ghosts see the living
through a veil or a mist
or as if we boarded
the same train
felt the rattle of the rails
at the same crossings
sat in adjacent seats
my hand on the armrest
where you place your hand
me looking out the window
where you lean your head
fogging it with your breath
the same journey
but on different schedules
different timetables
Poem 20160316
we wave goodbye, farewell
and wait and watch to see
which of us will be first
the first to drop their hand
the first to give in to
the inevitable
no way to prevent it
this game of fearful thoughts
a dimming of brightness
a cooling of passions
less i love you more than
why do you love me less
——
the secret keeper
Weekly Writing Prompt #28
(5) Words: | WAVE | COOL| PREVENT | BRIGHT | WATCH |
Poem 20160315
the last fall of rain
did little to put out
a fire burning
in the marrow of my bones
smoke enough to choke
and a rough slurry of ashes
were all that cleansing
could effect
the heavens will have to spare
more water than there is
in all seven seas
to drown me
Poem 20160314
peach blossoms fallen
making way for new green buds
i don’t mind waiting
——
Poem 20160313
the reflection is you, liquified, but
a mirror doesn’t respect personal space
the image is behind your eyes, after all
it is as close to you as your own skin
a mirror doesn’t respect personal space
an invader always light-seconds behind
it is as close to you as your own skin
never farther than your heated blood
an invader always light-seconds behind
the reflection is you, liquified
never farther than your heated blood
the image is behind your eyes, after all
——
Poem 20160312
i drank deeply
of the waters of
the river lethe
there was no
aftertaste
Poem 20160309
she dances
on the sharpened edges
of razors
although
she doesn’t mean
to slice open
her feet
it’s just
there is the only place
she can find
to dance
and there is the only place
the music is loud enough
to hear
Poem 20160308
that spark in your eye
how you set my heart a-quake
if only you knew its worth
like some cliche plot
i want to spy on your sleep
and hear you whisper my name
——
the secret keeper
Weekly Writing Prompt #27
(5) Words: | WORTH | SPARK | PLOT | QUAKE | SPY |
Words and Feathers 