If I could turn seething into reds
and have you suck them
from my tongue
you would taste
the way fire burns in my belly
and you would wish
upon your throat the soothing
morning blues of a calm
that moistens my lips
but never quite hits the spot.
© Nicole Lyons 2017
That feeling of longing to be known and understood in ways impossible through words, directly. has been caught here.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Nicole puts so much into so few words.
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Reblogged this on Sudden Denouement Literary Collective and commented:
Nicole Lyons/The Lithium Chronicles
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