4/1/11

SHIVA
By Nicole Resnick


The bricks of my brow
veil my eyes.
Velcro laden chin
kissed by
Peruvian liquor.
Gray eyes
gray body
a peppered home,
the orange shiver of a
new season.

Cellophane walls
nestled in the pad(s)
of Hope.
You are a summer breeze,
a photograph of her.
She is not in this wine, she is in
the calloused fingers that paint this sad song.


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My name is Nicole Resnick. I am a current graduate from CU Boulder and I love writing poems about love and the hurt it can sometimes cause. Each of these poems describes the hurt that love can have on someone and how sometimes the pain that doesn't go away.