Nicole in Love

i
Nicole is many and Nicole is one.
Nicole is in love. Frolicking, freely
laughing and you say love is heavy?
Nicole is floating flying over the city
Not even your cynicism can hold her down,
pull her down. Nicole is in love.

ii
Mock on mockers mock on!
You are just tied to yourselves.
The energy and vibrancy, can you feel
the electric air? Her hair shines
in the sun. Her soul burns like the moon.
And her fingers dance music wanting to belong
for we are the belonging kind. Give me a home.

iii
Summer flies quickly, the understanding wanes.
Lots of things know how to fall,
but who knows how to be free? Within herself
Nicole is writing her name in many different scripts.
She is trying herself on, asking the world
the Big Questions, while you grumble about your paycheck.
You pick your nose in the bathroom, look at yourself in the mirror
and want to die. Butterflies still collect pollen.

iv
The magnitude will decrease, let's say, just for
the argument, but there's no proof we hasten
to add. Others are less over my past than I.
I have dissociated myself from who I was then.
They have not. They see a consistency I vehemently
deny. Nicole drinks lemonade and asks why?

v
What color is your love, Nicole? It is green
like fresh, wet, after-rain grass, a miracle
of growth. How does your love taste, Nicole?
Like Caramel Apples, green and squishy with the
brown sugar-sweetness. How does your love
sound, Nicole? Like Chopin, Bach, Beethoven.
How does your love feel, Nicole? Like a belly
piercing, like a nose piercing, like a nipple ring.
How does your love smell, Nicole? Like Cocoa
Butter stolen from the German au pair girl
named Helga my parents have hired this summer.
What is your love, Nicole? My love is life, it
is love. I don't know, I don't care! It is wonderful.
I am gushing. I'm in love. I told him I loved him.


Poem copyright by Dennis Tyler.