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J Nc Jul 2021
You lie there on your side.
Slightly out of breath.
Your face is propped up on your hand.
A slight smile is on your face,
The remnant Of some dumb joke
  I've told.
I love to make you smile

I lie opposite you.
A perfect mirror of you.
I reach out and sloooowly,
(Almost imperceptibly)
I trace one finger along the enticing, promising curve of your hip.
Letting it trail up your skin,
Soft as a babies breath.
You close your eyes and shiver (Almost imperceptibly)...
Your breathing hitches
(Almost imperceptibly), but I catch it.
You roll onto your back
Making my fingers trail fleetingly across the curve of your perfectly proportioned hip
And across your silky belly
Where they come to rest

Looking into my eyes
You take my hand
And lead me...
To my lover and best friend, Ms. Heathern
J Nc Oct 2015
Bradley, gone too soon.
His absence, a gaping void
Poor ol Louie Dog

~JNc
9~'15
This haiku is dedicated to Bradley Nowell. Made it further than the 27 club by weeks. He was gone too soon. I wonder what happened to his rad dalmation, Louie Dog?
J Nc Sep 2015
"You're not one of them", he says
"I can tell, I got this GIFT, see?"
The relief clear on his animated face
Too twitchy, too... off
"They watch us, you know?
They got those satellites and ****
They'll read your ID through your pocket
Then they gotcha!"
I nod, only mildly alarmed
And throw down my smoke.
Step on it to make sure it's out
"Only you can prevent forest fires"
A childhood echo
He picks it up
Looks wildly around
"Your DNA is on that! Epithelials!
I seen it! I seen it on that CSI!"
I mumble something
His eyes narrow. He laughs too hard.
"Kidding man, I'm just kidding"
He skitters off, like an ant missing 4 legs
I look up, and nod to the ****** on the roof.

~JNc
9-15
This was inspired by Stephen King's "Paranoid: A Chant", a short story/ poem in I think Skeleton Crew. One of my first two "grownup books", along with "Night Shift". My grandma and grandpa had given me a $10 Waldenbooks gift card, for my 10th birthday. I've now read almost everything he has written. Most of his works I've read multiple times. Blew my tender little mind, and I was free.
J Nc Sep 2015
This corner I'm in
I painted myself into it
But the difference between
Us
And Them
Is that we have no problem leaving our footprints....

~J Nc
9-'15
Sometimes, it makes more sense to bend the rules. You can always fix it back. Well, paint, anyway.

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