Nicole's Written Thoughts

Not too long ago,  you said I was a Condensed Supernova,  with all the trillion years of history  bubbling out of me  in ripples...

I felt symphonies pour through your fingertips as they glossed over my hair. You had constellations brewing in you as the Sunday hum ro...

I met you in the wilderness, where my language was foreign. I felt you cushion me like the moss beneath my feet. You were warm and som...

You pulled me into the infinite and swallowed me, elasticizing time; Long and rolling like the limbs of you, My love, Whose pulse...

It's Monday morning. We plead exhaustion; cocooning ourselves and shifting the blinds; Laments that slip out of our mouths in ex...

Your roots are based in early morning  muffled breathing under  the melody of a rickety AC and an ambiance of unfolded laundry.  ...

I've been taught it takes a lot of Prowess  to be a poet; That finding beauty in metaphors And explaining the color of his eyes In ...