2 Poems by Linda M. Crate

the writer & the painter

i remember your hands
on my body
exploring fingers, hot tongue
my nails raking down your back;
i was certain sex was an
art form
that we could perfect in time—
you, the painter, and i the writer
surely together our artistic
eye would make the most beautiful
i remember your teeth at my throat,
my breast, my chin;
your rose bud of lips at every sacred
place of me that i had never shown any other—
blood racing, hearts beating
we became one
in a singular desire to burn apart our bones
until we were melded into one
beating, breathing


red & gold

we burned like summer
in the warmth
of our bodies
dancing against one another
lips against lips, teeth against limbs,
fingernails scraping
away the mundane traces
of everyday life;
a primal dance of both necessity and want
i forgot everything in those moments
except my yearning bones—
in and out and in and out
never knew those two words could be
such an overwhelming desire
especially repeated again and again,
but we took everything we came for:
all the flowers, all the bees, all the birds
even the trees were alarmed by
the passion of our limbs and lips
beneath the golden stain of your hair and the
crimson wings of mine.

Linda M. Crate’s works have appeared in numerous magazines and anthologies both online and in print. She is the author of the Magic Series, three published chapbooks: A Mermaid Crashing Into Dawn, Less Than A Man, and If Tomorrow Never Comes; and the forthcoming fantasy novel Phoenix Tears. She enjoys nature, anime, the fantasy genre, reading poetry; novels, and short stories, learning, flowers, museums, friends and family, the beach, the ocean, crime shows, and alone time.