I see ghosts,
shadows, outlines of
you and me cooking
in my parents’ kitchen.
The indentation of our bodies
on the front porch swing.
I hear voices.
I hear my own voice echo,
promises that I knew
would dissipate like smoke.
I know you would’ve
kept your word.
I’m not good at keeping
much of anything,
and lately I’ve been packing,
scrapping, and selling
all the pieces of my old life.
Every word I said to you
is just another thing I have to
I see ghosts,
I hear music playing in
an empty room, a song
you sang to me once.
I see ghosts,
younger versions of us
who didn’t understand how
life’s tides shift.
I see ghosts,
a version of myself who
loved you more than anything
watches me write this poem
Do you remember when you first came out to Jane [Fonda]? Lily Tomlin: - “I don’t think I came out to her… I think she knew. Didn’t you?” Jane Fonda: - “Yeah, I just always knew Lily was gay. I don’t know why I knew, but I always knew.”
My roommate was at a party last night and came home with this drinking game that spurred this story. I hope you enjoy :)
The rules of the game were simple, you would spin the bottle, it would point at someone, you would leave the room for a moment, and then the group would decide if the person the bottle pointed at was going to kiss you, or slap you.
James was nervous when it was his turn to go. It had only been a few moment since Lily Evans had been goaded by Marlene and Mary into playing, and no one had spun the bottle in her direction yet, but he was determined to make sure his spin landed on her.
The rest of the group didn’t seem to be paying as much attention to James’ spin as James was. Lily was chatting with Remus and Mary about something that James couldn’t hear and he had to wipe his palms on his trousers before he reached for the bottle and gave it a hard spin, preying to every deity her could think of and crossing his fingers for luck.
As it was slowing down, it looked like it was going to stop on Mary, who was sitting next to Lily and harshly tugged her by the arm so that the bottle ended up pointing at her. “Oi!” Lily shouted. “You wanna keep your hands to yourself?”
“Sorry, but I don’t want to kiss, Potter.” She grinned, motioning towards the bottle. Lily looked over at the bottle and then up at James who wasn’t quite sure what he should do.
At the start, Clay is a slightly nervous kisser, but as he gets more comfortable and realizes that when he’s doing is okay, he becomes slightly needy and excitable, like he wants more but doesn’t quite know how to get it. He can get worked up really easily, but can always come back down just by the right touch.
❤ Most of the time, he loves to have his hands of your face, but if he’s feeling a little risky he’ll hold you low on the waist and pull you to him. When his hands are on your face, he’ll run his knuckles gently along your cheekbones. He just loves the feeling you you under his skin, knowing that you’re right there.
❤ When he starts to get in the mood, his way of telling you is by keeping his mouth near your ear, occasionally pressing quick sprays of kisses along the side of your face, holding you to him with an arm wrapped tightly around your waist.
❤ Hannah’s kisses are hard and fast most of the time, followed by a devilish smile and a wink. She isn’t that confident but pretends to be, because she knows it draws you back in.
❤ When your alone, her kisses are just as deep and fast-paced, but much more passionate. She grasps both of your hands and holds them between you, occasionally swaying slightly, making you laugh with her little dances. She loves to laugh when kissing, she thinks it makes the whole thing more intimate.
❤ When you’re sleeping in the same bed, she kisses the tip of your nose. Even in your sleep it makes you smile, and she adores it.
❤ Justin wastes no time with the kisses, he’s all over you the first moment he has the chance. His hands rest easily on your hips, occasionally running one hand through your hair or lightly along your arm. If he can make you shiver during a kiss, he’s satisfied.
❤ He’s a biter, for sure. His teeth tug at your bottom lip, your tongue, anywhere he can reach. Every so often he’ll pull away and make a face that conveys the message, ‘I know you like this’.
❤ He doesn’t really filter the difference between kissing in public and in private, which often leads to awkward situations as you two make out in plain sight.
❤ During an average date, Alex’s kisses are short and soft but much more frequent, making up the difference. However, he likes to hold your hand close to his mouth over the table so he can kiss it at his leisure.
❤ Alone, his kisses are focused around your jawline. He draws a little map with his lips along your jaw, up your cheek, and circles your mouth before finally landing square on your lips.
❤ He’s a bit of a messy kisser when things get heated, but when he’s in control, his kisses are precise and direct, making you wait for his full mouth on yours until he’s sure he’s in control.
❤ Jessica is a seasoned kisser, and just when you think you know her kissing style, she’s trying something completely new- a new pace, a new spot, a new place to grab you. Despite her occasional changes, she has your preferences down to a science, and she kisses you sweetly in a way that pleases you in the way only time and practice bring.
❤ She tends to gasp a lot during a makeout session, but you know that’s just her way of asking for you to take control. Her hands rest on your shoulders and her lips move skilfully around yours, pulling you into a position of control.
❤ In public, her kisses are lingering- a moment’s brush across your cheek, a surprise second kiss on the lips as she heads off towards class, a wink thrown over her shoulder.
❤ Zach doesn’t have quite as much experience as his friends, but his bravado and confidence quickly make up for it. His initiation of the kiss is slightly aloof, a bit stumbled, but once you start to respond, he finds a good rhythm.
❤ His one hand holds your hip, the other your face, his thumb rubbing tiny circles on your face. His lips will occasionally roam along the perimeter of your face, but always find their way back to your lips.
❤ When it comes to making out, Zach is very feisty. He is quick to initiate a tongue kiss, but doesn’t invade your mouth too much; he’s struck a good balance between lips and tongue. He also tends to moan into your mouth a lot.
❤ Kissing Tony is like a fine art, slow, soft, and sweet, but also overflowing with passion and heat. The first few times, he asks permission to kiss you, and when you enthusiastically say yes, he slowly falls into position, pausing for a few seconds just before your lips touch to really build the suspense.
❤ His arms wrap snugly around your back in a tight embrace, leaning you backwards ever so slightly, making you grasp onto the lapels of his leather jacket for stability, though he’ll never let you fall.
❤ Making out isn’t much different; almost achingly slow, like you’re becoming one.
❤ Jeff knows what he wants and how to get it. His kisses are extremely long, so long you cant tell if you’re dizzy from excitement or lack of air. Jeff always laughs a little when you gasp as you pull away. “You can breathe through your nose, you know.” He teases lightly.
❤ He wraps his arms tightly around your waist, giving little rubs to the small of your back as he kisses you. His hands circle the lower half of your back in a loving mini-massage.
❤ He loves to kiss your shoulders, especially when they’re exposed. Doing this in public gives him a certain thrill, showing everyone that he of all people gets to kiss you wherever he wants, whenever her wants.
❤ He’s a sucker for Eskimo kisses.
❤ Sherri leans deeply into kisses until you’re almost holding her up, her arms wrapped tightly around your neck. She treats every kiss as if it’s both the first and last, savoring the feeling of you pressed up against her, completely in tune with her.
❤ Her very favorite thing is when you both lean in for a kiss at the same time without asking. She feels like it means that you’re very in tune with each others intimate feelings, and every time it happens, she gets blushy and smiley for a few minutes.
❤ Her favorite place to make out is her car, she gets a slight rush knowing that anyone could potentially see you at any moment while also feeling safe as long as you’re there. Her lips flutter across your collarbones, smiling and sighing the whole way.
“The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches… born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies… and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not… and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives… the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies….“
They don’t talk about it at first. They go into hiding and they unpack the boxes they had just finished unpacking a few months back and they don’t talk about it. Because how do you go about it? How do you sit down and talk about the idea that your unborn child is meant to save the world?
So they put dishes in the cupboards that are not their cupboards, and they paint the walls of a bedroom that is not theirs, and they rearrange and rearrange the furniture in a living room that is too small, too empty and not theirs.
They had to go into hiding of course, and that meant moving and that meant packing and unpacking- something they had just done since they got married in August and moved in together then. And they had been happy there. They had been building their home and this new place, this is not home and it won’t ever be home no matter how many flowers Lily puts on the kitchen table and no matter how many pictures James hangs on the wall of their family.