nicole reynolds - poems


something glorious


gary cooper can swoon me
with his side stare
but jean arthur...
she could shape shift
into my bedroom-
black and white film
crackle
crackle
and i'd ask her to stay
the night
colorless escapade
gray scale fades
with the sun
but each new moon brings another one,,
something glorious



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