You and I by Nicole Barth [3/7/13]

The silk of your hair brushed the cotton pillow cover
as piano fingers met my trembling hands.
Lips halted by insecurities.
I felt your gaze in the darkness of a cluttered room.

Four in the morning;
the warmth of your embrace.

The ink of your words
wrote themselves into the layers of my skin.

Waiting for the final kiss that lets us sleep well.
We'll make our own path.
Form our own bliss.

Bliss by Nicole Barth [2/5/12]

You are my lullaby,
the intake of your breaths,
the hummingbird that nestled in my chest.

You are the 40 lights flickering in the middle of the night;
all the hope in a dream that may have perished.
All the reasons to linger a little longer.

You are the calm that blooms in cacophony.
I'll trace constellation in the freckles of your skin.

Solitude by Nicole Barth [1/29/13]

One phrase refracting off the other. 

Comforted in the lull of silence.

I wonder how many times

I’ve allowed myself to sink into the abyss of endless daydreaming,

Floating on the tranquility of a mind at ease.

The Trouble with Poetry by Nicole Barth [12/28/12]

My mind was nestled
somewhere in between the cocoon of two earbuds
when I finally noticed the nameless crowd surrounding me.

The years in the fingers twisting a silver wedding band,
the Ketchup stain on a lavender shirt.
Her smirk, his wave; an arched brow.

Pieces before a game of chess.

I tinkered with a frayed audio cord;
you abandoned a train ticket.


*inspired by Billy Collins' "You, Reader"

Love Song by Nicole Barth [12/26/12]

Your embrace sheltered my frozen skin.
The freckles in your bright blue eyes said it all.

Streaks of sunlight coursed through your hair
the day I left  for a bustling city of distant melodies.

Stoplights protested the blizzard.
Snowflakes covered my eyelashes in a white mascara.
Thousands of lovely faces, but I wished for yours in the crowd.

Seamless by Nicole Barth [10/15/12]

I woke up whispering the sound of your dreams;
a compromise between the sweetness of last night's kisses
and this morning's embrace.

I reflected the breaths that grazed my skin.
Sonorous sighs trailed from me to you
in a quiet stream of acknowledgement.

Like a carnival of peace,
I moved from satin strands of hair
to the scar on your right knuckle.
A cartographer, retracing the familiar nuances of you and I.

Dreamer by Nicole Barth [9/30/12]

I am but a minute reflection
of all the late night talks I have had with you,
forever contemplating my melodramatic existence
over a venti latte with two Splendas and a bitter black tea.

The milky sweetness of your drink; the persistent pessimism of mine.
An auburn sunset ripples through your hair.
My mind drifts to the loose thread  beneath the second button of your cotton shirt.

"Hi," you whisper, leaning in to kiss the thought that creased my forehead.