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 Jun 2013 Noah
maybella snow
i want to, sit on a park bench                                  
at the beginning of autumn
sipping our take away coffee and watching
the singular fragments of leaves on fire          
falling from the trees
to whirl softly before landing on the ground

i want to, go fishing on a pier sitting over a lake
on a fresh spring morning
just to catch a fish with you                              
name it something ridiculous
and release it back into the wild, so i can say that we
officially domesticated a wild animal together    

i want to, go and see a kiddy movie in the theaters
so we can sit in the front row and watch  
while feeding each other popcorn                              
then wait till the end of the rolling credits, when everyone else is gone
before racing each other
up the stairs and pushing the doors open to outside                

i want to, stand in the supermarket                          
drawing little faces on the condensations and                                
light heartedly bickering with you in front of the freezers
about the right flavor ice-cream
for our movie night on your couch at home                            
before deciding on purchasing both of them

i want to, stand under a light pole                        
on a mild summer night
with crickets as our backing music                              
the moon our only audience, and dance slowly
like the world doesn't exist outside of the small                      
pool of light at our feet

some of the many innocent things i want to do with you...
 Jun 2013 Noah
maybella snow
roses,
beautiful
yet
deadly

fragrant and thorny

blood red roses
are the most dangerous
they are blood red for a reason

if they ***** you
they absorb the blood
into the plant

it shows again
in the rose petals.
red.
blood red.

the next time you see a
blood red rose.
make sure to steal clear of it

they are out for blood

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 Jun 2013 Noah
maybella snow
i feel love
how do i know this?
it just feels right

i tell someone,
"you don't know love"
is their reply

how do they know?
have /they/ felt love?
it could be different for other people?
 May 2013 Noah
maybella snow
i  feel  shy,
i  feel  my  toes  curl
and  my  muscles  tighten
stomach  flutters  like  an  engine
heart  speeds  up  before  take  off
i  strap  my  mind  in  before  it  floats
it  would  get  stuck  in  the  clouds
love,  as  a  gas  would  be  light
lighter  than  helium  it  flies
with  the  combined  effort
my  heart  and  stomach
lift  off  the  ground
a  hot  air  ballon
filled with love
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lit alight by you
we slowly flyaway
sharing our small
hot air ballon

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