Beneath God and Sunshine

I still keep you here, buried beneath god and sunshine, hidden in the happy places I have long since forgotten. But the taste of you here, smothered under my breath, rolls in my stomach like every sad song we never danced to, and every sweat-soaked regret that walked me home at dawn. And still, I … Continue reading Beneath God and Sunshine

Like Sin & Spring

I wear her name like sin, wispy and swirling like the hem of summer dresses biting the inside of my thighs. I wear her moans like spring, heavy and wet like coats dripping why down the back of my neck. I splash in the puddles of her, the pools of her like spring and summer, … Continue reading Like Sin & Spring

She is a Storm

Gently now, wild one. This world can only handle so many storms, and you have struck this one with your lightning and painted the walls of it with your thunder. Gently now, wild one. Let them catch their breath. © Nicole Lyons 2017

I Won’t Always Be Me

I won’t always walk gently. Sometimes I will stomp, and I will rage, and my footsteps will shake the mountains of love you have heaped upon my earth. I won’t always speak kindly. Sometimes I will spit, and I will scream, and the venom from my tongue will poison the oceans of love you have … Continue reading I Won’t Always Be Me

Bring Your Wishes

It is empty in here. This place that once felt the fire of falling stars is now cold in his fading light. So I shall invite you in and ask you to bring your wishes, and perhaps the both of us will burst like suns again.   © Nicole Lyons 2017

In Collapse

Still, I wonder, here in collapse, if I should pick the jagged stones of humility out of my knees, or let them settle in, pushing rough edges into my vulnerability. And if I did, would you see me as divine? © Nicole Lyons 2017

Syllable by Syllable

And sometimes these words, they save me, but sometimes, most times, they kill me, syllable by fucking syllable, they rip me to shreds. © Nicole Lyons 2017