By Hillary Gonzalez, excerpt from Seasons
My mind drifts to
the supple curve of your spine, the pulse beating steadily
in your throat.
I long to trace the parts
of your skin I have
savored with my lips and tongue,
like the map maker
drawing the lay of the land.
#poemoftheday
By Hillary Gonzalez, excerpt from Seasons
My mind drifts to
the supple curve of your spine, the pulse beating steadily
in your throat.
I long to trace the parts
of your skin I have
savored with my lips and tongue,
like the map maker
drawing the lay of the land.
#poemoftheday
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By Hillary Gonzalez
The mulberry tree, hanging heavy with
Purple and red berries, does not
Ask the bird, “what can you do for me,”
Before allowing the birds to eat its berries.
I endeavor to be more like
The mulberry tree, and I hope you’ll join me.
#shortpoem
By Hillary Gonzalez
The mulberry tree, hanging heavy with
Purple and red berries, does not
Ask the bird, “what can you do for me,”
Before allowing the birds to eat its berries.
I endeavor to be more like
The mulberry tree, and I hope you’ll join me.
#shortpoem
Say that even when
flowers bloom and moss
covers your skeleton,
that has turned brown with age,
your bones will one day
be discovered with my name
tattooed across them.
Archaeology, by Hillary Gonzalez
#shortpoems #lovepoem
Say that even when
flowers bloom and moss
covers your skeleton,
that has turned brown with age,
your bones will one day
be discovered with my name
tattooed across them.
Archaeology, by Hillary Gonzalez
#shortpoems #lovepoem
Getting a rare bird notification that a Golden Eagle has been sighted 3+ hours away, and wishing you didn’t have to work, so you could drop everything to go see it 😭
Getting a rare bird notification that a Golden Eagle has been sighted 3+ hours away, and wishing you didn’t have to work, so you could drop everything to go see it 😭
You in bed
Isn’t close enough.
I need you to devour me.
Take my flesh into yours.
Grind my bones and
Paint your skin
With my ashes.
From the summer chapter of my debut poetry collection, Seasons. Looking for the folks who enjoy smutty poetry 😏
You in bed
Isn’t close enough.
I need you to devour me.
Take my flesh into yours.
Grind my bones and
Paint your skin
With my ashes.
From the summer chapter of my debut poetry collection, Seasons. Looking for the folks who enjoy smutty poetry 😏