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Oct 2013 Molly Hughes

hurry home

Oct 2013 Molly Hughes

mark john junor

she turned to
look out at the night
while the song stirred the air between us
while her thoughts like smoke
floated along the paths of her heart
intangible and intoxicating
she looked me at with eyes full of tears
and said that she didnt want this
but even as her lips trembled the words
even as her gentle hand touched my face
we both knew it had to be
i stole a kiss and she gave a small smile
and then i held her for such a long time
and with whispers chased away the fears
and with my arms was a fortress to refuse the darkness
surrounding her
and with my love was a wine that she
could savour comforts and joys
and feel adored
it would be day soon
and we would have to part
she asked if i would think of her
i said with every breath
with every step away a burden
and every step on my way back to her a joy
every moment would be filled with her
in every fibre of my soul
i would be inconsolable till i had her
in my arms once again
she turned her head and looked out
into the approaching morning light
and said hurry home lover
hurry home
things wont be right with me
till your here with me

Oct 2013 Molly Hughes

Breakfast

Oct 2013 Molly Hughes

Jacques Prévert

Breakfast

He poured the coffee
Into the cup
He put the milk
Into the cup of coffee
He put the sugar
Into the coffee with milk
With a small spoon
He churned
He drank the coffee
And he put down the cup
Without any word to me
He emptied the coffee with milk
And he put down the cup
Without any word to me
He lighted
One cigarette
He made circles
With the smoke
He shook off the ash
Into the ashtray
Without any word to me
Without any look at me
He got up
He put on
A hat on his head
He put on
A raincoat
Because it was raining
And he left
Into the rain
Without any word to me
Without any look at me
And I buried
My face in my hands
And I cried

Oct 2013 Molly Hughes

Untitled

Oct 2013 Molly Hughes

Liana Vazquez

Untitled

I’ve heard screams in bodies that
feel speechless and
Dim,
like a burning lantern,
flickering for a child who is afraid of the dark.

I’ve seen the tears of a tired lion,
sitting on the corner of busy streets
holding a thin sheet of white on their chest,
asking for forgiveness by burning in the sun.
That’s courage,
And scars are forming on skin that sheds empathy
though the soul it protects has not been touched.

I’ve tasted blood from not my mouth,
and swallowed the spit of a muttering tongue -
chanting the foundations of what love means
and why we look up when we’re
at our lowest point.

I’ve touched a heart,
and mended its beating on a last breath.

Maybe we are all the same,
blinded by our own story.

Oct 2013 Molly Hughes

Post Midnight Cravings

Oct 2013 Molly Hughes

Morgan

Post Midnight Cravings

The night is cool but this blanket is heavy
The only light is a soft street lamp's
silent flicker through closed curtains
The mint of toothpaste lingers on
the back of my tongue but other
than that, my body is numb
I am still; I am calm
It is one forty seven
and I crave you
so deeply that I swear I can smell
your skin in the air that hangs around me
I want to trace your collar bones
with my wrist
I want to feel your hips poking
into my side
I want the subtle warmth of
your nose on the back of my neck
I want to listen to you breathe
slowly and steadily into my ear
I crave you like hot chocolate
after the first snow fall of the year
each time the moon visits
and doesn't bring sleep with it

I need a lullaby sang
in your raspy voice
I need your thighs
stretched over my ribs;
Your body unfolding
in the morning's sun
I miss the way your yawn
carries on and on
like the quiet ending
to a slow song

Oct 2013 Molly Hughes

Hide and Seek

Oct 2013 Molly Hughes

Elliot A

Hide and Seek

Shall we hide, behind this door?
Or what about this wall?
Stronger and taller than the door
It does not open, there is no handle
Only we know what happens behind the wall
Too vulnerable to emerge, so we won’t
Keep hidden, it is safer, easier
Than to expose ourselves, to feel

I despise this wall, trapped behind
I long for a door, to welcome you in
To open up, have you stay a while
Not fear rejection of who we are
But bask in a glow of acceptance

Stay still, for a cold chill blows this way
We laugh for we are safe
Behind this wall
Indifferent and cool to emotional pangs
They leave us be
Nothing to see

Have they gone? Are we alone?
Retreated behind this wall again
A habit that needs to break
We begin small, as a crack penetrates the wall
Until finally a space shaped door

Oct 2013 Molly Hughes

Asphyxiation

Oct 2013 Molly Hughes

Muted

Asphyxiation

You loosened your grip
My body drifts to sea
I allowed this febrile fit
Unwavering supremacy

Thoughts render me numb
Under life's debris
I've become the sea
And the sea is me