How To Feel by Nicole Barth

Baby, I can teach you how to feel,

take you away from inverted city lights.

Remind you of what’s real.

Come on over, if you’d be so kind. Escape from this ordeal.

Tangled, naked with your thoughts at night.

Baby, I can teach you how to feel.

Nestle into my arms and learn how to heal.

Use my breaths as your metronome. You’ll be all right. 

I can remind you of what’s real.

When normalcy and piece of mind feels surreal,

I’ll hold you long past midnight.

Baby, I can teach you how to feel.

When your life loses its general appeal,

allow our palms to reunite;

remind you of what’s real.

Mutual admiration makes our lives ideal,

I’ll keep your demons out of sight.

Baby I can teach you how to feel,

Remind you of what’s real.

Ashcroft by Nicole Barth [8/25/13]

I felt the unexpected crispness of Colorado air seep
into my pores and spread
across my lungs.

Gasping like a newborn
thrown into open country, a scintillating kaleidoscope
illuminated the sky above me.

I breathed in souls,
thriving between the slats of a long forgotten cabin.
The rotting wood held  truths I will never know.

Memories immortalized in rusted nails.

Whisper by Nicole Barth [7/22/13]

I believe in love notes,

in the transparency of shuddering ink
across featherweight paper;

carefully and fearfully construed in a rainstorm

of  touch and light.

Saudade by Nicole Barth [6/17/13]

Your hands;

the way they make and move
and illustrate the words that sear my lungs.

Too encumbered and hungry to voice them myself. 

Your kisses like dew on the morning grass.

Our laughter: sudden like a summer storm. 

If I could,

I'd tell you home is your lips pressed against my neck.

Your sonorous breaths, my metronome for the coming day. 

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.

Acrid by Nicole Barth [4/16/13]

Silence runs rampant in the playground of the night.

It stops and shudders, twitching so slightly
before changing course.

Its footsteps reverberate,
forever repeated by the earth on which it treads.
The shivering ground: blades of grass quiver.
The midnight wind is troubled.

Because in the end,
yes,
always the end,
Remember what is left unsaid.