No Trespassing

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

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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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