What an exhausting thing it has become,
being held captive inside your darkest thoughts.
Rocking back and forth, massaging the balls
of my feet on each step up your spine,
wiggling my toes, pushing into
the sweet center of every weakening vertebrae.
It is a tricky climb, your backbone,
steep and full of hidden twists,
but the bend of it beneath my weight
is so beautiful I pause and consider
resting for a moment, right there,
in the hollow of your pride.
I could stretch my limbs and close my eyes,
lulled to sleep upon the echoes
of your deep growls and the rhythmic sway
of your need to release me
from all the places I will never leave.
© Nicole Lyons 2017
love, love, love
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gorgeous!
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You are very welcome
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[speechless]
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What? Wow. I am keeping this one forever ❤
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😀 😀 😀 😀 😀
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Nicole climbs a different sort of hill.
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Always grateful! Thank you my friend
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This is extremely beautiful.
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Nicole, I have missed you. Love the new twist I feel in this beautiful piece you have created. I connect to this more than you can imagine. Dealing with an elderly Alzheimer husband I realize my self care expressed thru my own writing and admiring yours can never be put aside again. It’s my lifeline. Thank you again
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Hello Mary, it’s so very good to “see” you here, I’ve missed you too. I do hope that you’re taking proper care of yourself and that you are a writing like a mad woman! I send you love.
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