If I stroke your thewy arms
will you wrap them tight around me,
will you nibble my ear
and say “you’ve nothing to fear:
my love for you is gorm
and that is 2021’s new norm.
So release your heart to be free
like rolling waves upon the sea,
let our love spill all around
and like lava cover all nearby ground.
Spill with a thrill your words forth,
spill rich luxurious words,
spill words singing like a lark
so angels above will cry “Hark!”
For if you don’t expire gambling with love
you will dry and sere on a brambled glove.
So spill your words set to thrill
and put our hearts high on a hill!”
A native New Englander, Linda Marie Hilton moved to NYC in her early twenties, her dream to become an orchestral musician. Starving, she began working as an accounting clerk, returned to night school, working her way up to audit staff. Displaced by computerization, she moved out west, starving again, she became a poet.