On Hold by Nicole Barth [5/26/13]

Words drip down into my consciousness
like candle wax on an oak table.

Two in the morning,
persistent like the steady drumming in
 a summertime parade.

They celebrate an unknown destination
in the palms of a patient receiver.

Wait for me. 

Stars In My Pocket by Nicole Barth [5/26/13]

If I were to be stripped
bare
of all the things I've known,

Leave me
with clothes soaked
in the memory of a long hike,

A view of the horizon,
the kiss I stole from your lips,
and your gentle palm against mine.