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Blue-hazel smile

Love is;
putting all my darkest nights
into a plastic bag
and throwing them away.
It’s the summer breeze on
my naked chest in the dawn
of an August day
that I so dearly miss
in this mid Wyoming January.
If love really made the world turn
we would be spinning
faster than we could see,
like the illusion of a car tire
rotating backwards.
Are things always as they seem?

Love is;
the dreams I have
of a blue-hazel smile
being pulled out of my head
and placed into the slots
of a vintage photo album
so I can always remember
when I’m alone.
It’s the kiss of a lion,
the sight of a blossoming lilly
in a garden of weeds,
the scent of your hair,
and your soft, steady, breathing
when we are caught
in a midnight slumber.

This love…
is mine
until the coffin
is nailed shut
over my
closed eyes.

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Comments

  • S .
    S .over 3 years ago

    yup… thanks for proving me write in my reply to you…
    you see things way out of the box and thats always been ur style, it gives you a place in writing that is your own. I dont see anyone else connect the imagery together the way you do.. and at 17? damn
    i didnt even write my first real poem till 18
    awesome work

  • again i am just awe struck. thank you so much man that is so amazing to read! it is funny that you say i am good because ever since ive been on rb ive kinda been idolizing you. thank you so much

    – Nathan Emery

  • markhadafairday
    markhadafairdayover 3 years ago

    another wonderful write Nathan. the sight of a blossoming lilly in a garden of weeds. what a grat line.

  • thank you so much my friend. so cool of you to say

    – Nathan Emery

  • Lemonade Butterfly
    Lemonade Butte...over 3 years ago

    you are amazing Nathan!!!!!!!!!!!!

  • thank you!!!!

    – Nathan Emery

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