What Fills The Air by Nicole Barth [1/29/12]

This is another chapter in our paper romance.

I spilled the ink across the page, trying to spell your name.

And it all reminds me of the youthful girl below.

The morning dawn reflected off your skin.

It knew the very heart of us.

And as the hours escaped,

I could feel the differences between our two minds

and all the places they had been.

But I never wanted anything as much

as to fall into the sound of your breathing.

Early in the morning,

the smile that lingered in my eyes

came like rain.

I doubt I could recover.

Our love is wrapped in piano strings.

You are the tide that pulled me in.

A heartbeat in the pages I called home.

My fingers laced with yours. 

An atlas for all the days to come. 

The Photograph [1/25/12]

You painted me on a canvas of indigo confessions.

Your lens found the sun-kissed child in a fleeting glance

as primrose lips and mahogany eyes took form.

A cascade of curls in a suspended moment of time.

Like polished marble.

My strangeness and charm blended together.

And it’s peaceful underneath, in the arms of my ocean.

Our improvised symphony of laughter and open skies.

Nestled between the yellowing pages of a leather journal.

And no river and no lakes can put the fire out.

I’ve found a place to rest my head. 

Untitled Harmony by Nicole Barth [1/10/12]

This is how I compose my love.

Converting lines of dub-step and stomach butterflies into symphony.

An odd mix of ingredients that lead to syncopated inspiration.

The tenth repetition of a song.

I know it all too well.

Like the way your fingers trace my jawline.

The photograph of a moment. 

Your moonlit kisses under an indigo sky.

Followed by a watercolor daydream.

My mind hums the tracks that

you would have listened to

on your van’s broken stereo.

Speechless, with love notes in my hands.  

Your eyes are the ocean that shook me to my core.