I feel the heat
                 upon my neck
                  sparking fire,
                   just a peck
                     liberated,
                 what the heck
                    kissing lips
                 & moving hips
                  touching me
                with fingertips
                hot and steamy,
                 & very dreamy
                   skin of gold
                smooth & creamy
                  inked in breath
                 & just like death,
                come to take me
                 then forsake me
                  words you utter,
                make me shudder                
                     afterthoughts
                 a coming morning
                   & even though
                 ample warning
                  your way inside,
                   you are horning
                      romancing
                of the coming reaper
                   our feelings go,
                   so much deeper
                       not so much,
                 a peaceful sleeper
                      cannot wait
                    or take a pause
                   surgery needed
                     for the cause
                     releasing me,
                    a lovely clause
                    plunging knife,
                      causing pain
                       cutting out
                      the ugly vein
                      taking hold,
                   a waving mane
                      telling me,
                    familiar songs
                     come inside
                 where you belong
                       even if,
               they think it wrong
                darkened hearts,
                 climbing walls
                  a melancholy
                   southern drawl
                   like a wanting
                    Vodoo doll
                 pounding sound
                 inside your chest
                    Am I cursed
                 or am I blessed?
             buried in a loamy nest
              heart arrhythmia
                   taking start
                 take a blade,
                 remove my heart
                    taking love
                    & pull apart
                  I hold it beating
                     in my hands
                   relieved at last
                   of its demands
                   as shadows fall
                   low in the deep
                   of promises
                   we'll never keep
                    curling toes,
                   as blood it seeps
             colored in cascading red
                 of endless nights
                     that I have bled
              laid at last, telluric bed
                   I'm melting slow
                   into your arms
                     dissolved into
                the haunting charms
                       glad that I,
                  just bit the farm
                        lying in
                   a field of wheat
                    covered by
                  my linen sheets
                    a **** place
                    for us to meet
                     & burning
                 in the guilty heat
                I'll write you here,
                 inside my room
                    skies apart,
                 forgiving gloom
                     push aside
                 impending doom
                 or what dangers
                   wait & loom
                 I wait for death
                    & love
                    ...to bloom

                Cherie Nolan © 2016

I'll write you a poem
sing you a tune
you'll hang on my words
while I,
on the moon

Tell me a story
I'll bleed words for you
indigo ink,
a dark streaking blue

I uncouple the pin
to a fast moving train
release all your sin
and unending pain

I love you tonight
and more so tomorrow
  I'm taking you there
with time that I borrow

My love is bewitching
  I'm casting a spell
the way to your heart
  though I'll never tell

You know I'm said gypsy
  a magical power
leaving you drunken
& wild like flowers

Waiting to seal this
with one planted kiss
Not really foreboding
  but more than a wish

As I think about you
I'm drawing you near
Here to my safe place
  come soon my dear

Though some say a witch
  I'm really quite sweet
you'll feel like your rich
   'neath these linen sheets

I'm laying my heart
upon my duvet
& hanging on every
word that you say

I keep on courting
the date that I plan
on walking with you &
...embracing your hand.

Cherie Nolan *© 2016

We found gypsy dreams along the waves of the clouds that fell upon us that sunset of a night.
We found wander and adventure in our souls as we stared at the fiery skies above and the deep oceans below.

You told me once I needed to fall in love again.

We found mystery along the tops of trees and found cool air brushing our make believe wings.
We found belief and structure in dancing around our fears until they were to uncomfortable to stay.

You told me once I needed to remember what love was.

We found memories on the forest floors and in the jungle vines.
We found hope in the eyes of children and animals who showed us the path back to our roots.

I have remembered one thing about love and that's to love myself before loving anyone else.

When the rain falls
the sidewalk makes room.
The plants sigh and stretch back,
extending their arms, hands, and feet.
Every pore of every possible thing breathes
and remembers a time without a drop to drink.

The people curse and grab newspapers and plastic bags.
Some weather men and women smugly reveal tiny umbrellas.
As if they were tucked in their shirt sleeve.
Like a magic trick for the stupid crowd before them.
but how did you do that? how did you know?

Rain nourishes and devastates in one downpour.

The crazies and the weirdos dance in circles and
someone yells out, "Thanks gypsy!"
to his girlfriend who has a knack for making things be.

All she did was close her eyes and thank the earth, sun, stars, and moon.
And smile so fiercely the Universe thought,
Well I guess we can give her this one gift. She is so awfully strange.

Thank you.
earth.
sun.
stars.
moon.

You know all and you give life to what once was.

My creamy silken Irish skin
     looks ghostly white with full red lips
        freckled spots come out to play
        and belly coins dance on my hips

      The long and swinging skirt is pure
         entrancing you with dancing dips
           Dickla covers neck so modest
            you gently pull with fingertips

             We are getting close to fire  
     Dance 'round flames in hand a switch  
        Outstretched arm cast Spell on You          
            by a lovely Roma travelin' witch

           Dancing bells about my feet
           pounding in your **** heart
           drawing you nomadic beats
           that hit you like a poison dart

           Twilight time casts its glow
         Gypsy Moon hangs in the sky
            Cast a spell to be my beau
         You never ask the question why

          Come inside this Gypsy coven
                     Dark haired..
                         red lipped..
                          gypsy lovin'

           You'll forget you have a name
          My Gypsy love will be the blame
               better to be quite insane

               No one's going to believe

                  I Put A Spell On You...



                    Cherie Nolan © 2016

I am a poet
and you should know it
Though do you?

Reading whispered lines
rehearsed by years and time
by my  Roma traveling mind..
unraveling our secret wishes
and sending hand blown kisses

Metaphors they seep my veins
and a poet who is this unchained

Makes you believe
in stories of their Poetry in Motion
And lovers foolish notions
a Gypsy Magic potion
fills your senses
with bloodstained, tearfilled wrinkled paper

Crumpled in a bin
Your heart ...
along with your heart
.....that I pretend to win

Read my words but don't believe
That I will stay
I'll always leave

you at the end
thank you my Poetic Friend

Your affection I do not feign
within my deep and darkest veins
I bleed this Poetry for you

My Gypsy heart will not be still
It seems to have it's own free will
And I am just a poet...living Magic in my words.

Cherie Nolan © 2016

Maybe it will be nice
To cross my legs and sit at the water's edge
Breathe in... Breathe out
Let the water surrounded me
Surrender myself to the rising tide
And let all the thoughts I have of you
All the feelings swirling in my heart
Wash away in the force of the ocean
Every sea creature mourn with me
And my ghost seen on the full moon
Legendary broken heart foretold
For all generations