He pitched himself onto me,
inside of me; somehow
his smooth laugh
and the electric blue
of his necktie cut a path
through the underbrush
beneath my skirt,
and I liked the way
his jacket caught the breeze
when he hung it
on your no trespassing sign,
and how he sighed so deeply
when the blues in his pocket
gave way to his shadow,
and wiped me clean again.
© Nicole Lyons 2017
Every SINGLE piece of writing you do has value, THAT is almost impossible and yet it is so
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Oh wow, your support and comments mean so much. I adore you. Did your copy of Hush make it to you?
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You know what’s weird? We had a long conversation about Hush when I got it, then Christine asked if I’d received it too, but we talked about it when it arrived and I’d asked how I could review it if it was a non Amazon purchase etc. I think the fairies stole your memory of that ! I need to find what I originally wrote so you know how much 8 thought of your book. No, not a surprise because it’s you afterall, but a delight, a huge accomplishment and another reason of many to be SO proud of my friend ♡♡♡♡
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Hmmm – Not your No-Trespassing sign, someone else’s, it would seem. There’s more to the story, including shadows and blues. Wonderful suggestion of larger images.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Nicole poemes a story.
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This does not want to let go of me Nicole. Wow.
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Oh wow, thank you
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I am still thinking about it. . .
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