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 Jan 2018 Nicole
Britt Nichole
My fingertips touch your skin and listen to the stories coming from the lines pressed into your flesh
I feel you tenderly and fragments of words splay out onto the floor
I weave my fingers through yours
In my head I am weaving myself around each scattered syllable
I am afraid they will disappear - afraid they will evaporate like the sweat on our bodies

We are subtle in the anger we carry
You make love to me in a gentle way and afterwards I have bruises shaped like apologies on my arms
The sheets are wrinkled like my heart is on paper - like it is in my chest
I am so dizzy from you inside of me that I can feel my heartbeat in my fingernails
I think, This is what being in love feels like
My muscles smile achingly
I think, I was not prepared for this
My lungs fill up with agreement
I think you can hear my brain spinning too
I sigh so lightly that my ankles begin to float
New series - The Soft Poems! Yay!
 Dec 2017 Nicole
Lexie
Bamboo
 Dec 2017 Nicole
Lexie
Trigger Warning: Suicide**

No matter what happens to me physically or emotionally
My bamboo still grows
Whether it snows or storms or I cry buckets of tears
Even if my birth giver screams at me
The bamboo still stretches for the sky

It is a focal point

Still if my favorite bar customer commits suicide
I might forget to water it
If my brother gets in a car accident
The bamboo still grows
I guess to say that there is constant in a world of change and to cling to anything is futile
But to love what you are blessed with while you have it is a beautiful thing
To remember is also sweet, but it can be bitter
And I love my memories even if they are in my heart and not between my hands
To Tristan, bless your life and all that you have been.
 Nov 2017 Nicole
harlon rivers
Maybe it's been written
somewhere in the constitution
     of the waning moon

                                         ― When somebody loves you,
                                               you can never be lonely ―

But, appearances
  to the contrary,
the moon is sometimes blue;

counting stars alone
in a sky full of stars

is just about as lonely
as 'once in a blue moon'
                              can be ―

Like when the night is yours alone
                  or feeling alone
               in a crowded room

hearing Hank Williams moan within your silence
       "I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry"

                                         ― When it's hard to say
                                               you love someone,..
                                               but it's harder to say
                                               when you don't ―

                • • •

A coyote's pleading howl
breaks the silent twilight engulfing trance
cast by the dappled moonlight;
like there's some kind of lonely madness
    swallowing him whole,..

                     as
    these two hollow eyes
                 gaze out through
                                     the chilly,
                                            sobering
                                                 refreshed
                                                   Autumn air
                                                             ­    spilling
                                                                ­  in through
                                                            the open window,

                                                        ­           counting stars ― alone
                                                           ­             in a sky full of stars


                                                       ­             the crackle of the fireplace
                                                       ­            echoes, startling the silence
                                                         ­                of a feigned warmth
                                                                ­          from the other side
                                                                ­ of an otherwise hollow room

and i feel frayed as a hole in an empty pocket with nothing left to lose

the impending dark winter nights are lonesome
            and  linger longer than before ...
  
seeing the empty space beside me
   I remember how it really really aches to just be ...

                                                            *­lonesome as a blue moon ― *

                   ✩                        ✩                                       ­ 
                ✩                                       ✩                           
✩          ­                                                      ✩
         ­                                                                 ­                                

moonless ― rivers ... 2017


Lonesome as a Blue Moon
Written by:  h.a. rivers
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