After the Rain

By Nikki Quismondo

there's a sound in the piano my friend,
that opens your note inside,
it travels abroad my fingertips
and melts into green leaf delights,
in fantasy, we are between the sheets,
it's raining outside
and the droplets cover an eyelid of love
the way you look at me feels like a nice warm cup of tea
together, we lay soft, warm and happy,
I can dream of rain drops in the afternoon,
and you will always be in them....

Happy

by Nikki Quismondo

the angels show their brilliant face
a bouquet of daisies spring out loud
a plan to the beach sets upon my calendar for next week..

I'd write so many dishes that would slice this world
into a perfect note,
I'd play tennis on a perfect day,
and write for your soul in oil painting,
create a symphony of sunflowers
and draw upon a Nile stream, for a mystic night of enlightenment
I'd eat a cup of yogurt with black berries
and listen to my favorite acoustic song
I'd tilt my head all the way back, to get a kiss of that warm sunshine.

These things make me happy.

Phone call

by Nikki Quismondo

I wouldn't water your mind
with anything that would drown you...

I'd just wanted to offer, a warm jacuzzi,
and a cup of jasmine tea,

but there's that strong uneven signal
that shoots straight off
where your voice is wanting to get off the phone...

I wonder, if I knew,
would I have called you today?

The Water Flows

By Nikki Quismondo


I happen to stumble upon
an unforeseen obstacle.... myself

like the butterfly that upholds itself against the wind,
I seen it in your face and others
like a phantom calling in the whispers of water reflections
and something dying inside..

I know best, the waters flow for us to draw upon...
I drew from you,
and we sat upon the waters edge
and spilled ourselves into each other

refreshed in each essence, we grew to love
ourselves outside ourselves,
and our silly imperfections,
are what brought me back to whom I used to know....myself
like rock and water mingling
it lasts a lifetime.

Question of discontent

By Nikki Quismondo

Your right, my friend, about existential discontent,
and I trust your wisdom from the far seas that breathe between us
those lemon flavors of the ocean bring us out again
to smell the divine mercy that our hearts give out
and it causes us to question certain essential ingredients
that the redwood has asked of us,
to speak the truth from a different angle,
with a camera and meter of each rhyme scheme
and a photo with a gray scale that opens up the daydreams
our existence flows out and is shared to the sea,
to the clouds,
to that cup of jasmine tea,
peace by peace
and just when we feel a little discontented, it retrieves
back into the artist's hands,
upon the designs of our palms, slightly more mature,
and that is the way of our artistry my friend
the path of a writer,
a dreamer
a flower, a tea leaf, a fish, a cloud, rain, and wind..

delusion

By Nikki Quismondo

when the flashing lights spin into a billion signals
and the hours within the heights and fantasies wear themselves out
when all the tables in the silver room escape and
the dance floor becomes merciless in a trapped bedroom,
all the energy flares into a thousand pieces under the sun
and your good bye is but a cold ensemble,
and in the maze of everything left undone,
and what is left is a delusion gone unnoticed.

Inevitable

By Nikki Quismondo

I found the inevitable presenting itself
the one that sends off a vibe without any notice
closes the doors upon tomorrow to say goodbye
and the winds shape a nectarine of sorrow
and inside the dwelling of your yearning soul
becomes clearer to me
that in between the darkness and the flickering lights,
the ending of the night moves upon our hidden fingers,
unlocks them and separates
like a push and shove
where the car door closes and the wind prevails....

Friday Nights

By Nikki Quismondo

On Friday nights the ocean waves
always toast to our friendship
the Nightingales sing while I drive to see you
the energy to bring about our love again
is like a spring-like fantasy that drew the flowers closer
with sweet honeysuckle fragrances
we laughed because the bubbles covered your kitchen floor
and my feet were wet and soaked in them
you said our Friday nights were like those silly sitcoms
full of surprises and tipsy feelings
full of music, movies, light releases of happiness,
Friday nights are the best nights of the week.

I Do

By Nikki Quismondo

I do!
before you even want to ask because
I will!
before the alter and the champagne glass
and even upon the open blue sky
I'll dive away and fly
into your open clouds and try..
before you even try...
to persuade me into the night
to open up the shades of light
that bring upon our bronze-like skin
and draws up a magnitude of power within
the love we want to share together forever

Wedding Dress

by Nikki Quismondo

You ask me how I would like my wedding dress to be?
I want the beadwork to be done in India,
crystals embedded,
blue earrings from Greece
a borrowed broach- my grandmothers
an old hair clip

A dress you'd remember me in...

but most importantly
a dress to wear on a wedding day..
with you as my groom.

Honeysuckle Lyrics

By Nikki Quismondo

the midnight’s confessions,
fractured, shaken into a billion stars...

your tongue dips into my sparkling sonata
orbiting into the salubrious effect of infused honeysuckle lyrics...

private spaces, curved valleys,
arrangements of your splendid moonlight flavors,
dance upon the planetary night...

the moon’s hilarious appetite,
biting into apples and sexy spices
of your September radiance...

fills my mouth with soaked flowers...

Drawing upon the Sky

By Nikki Quismondo

I'd like to know how you were drawing upon the sky
and the sand came to your conclusions...
where the sea had that open space between us?

This world will be aware of our absence,
when those lonely nights,
could never understand
the way your sheets want to move without me in them

what duty to yourself has brought upon a loneliness
so you will be able to chose
which movie to watch,
music to listen to?

you will only see or hear them with the sounds of my faint whispers
of who we once were....
your commitment to yourself will not give you the cooperation of your memories!

Sewing the Waves

By Nikki Quismondo

So you say your sea is being torn apart
due to the moonless womb
and the dilemma to father your match.com
everything splits, even the perfect note...
I had a dream, that you followed the midnight particles
into my unforeseen, fish-like melodies,
involved in a maze,
the seashore smoothed out some wine
and you drank,
until you were soaked in sweet flowers
and your mouth became water...
yesterday I seen your eyes revolve into
liquid splendor,
this morning, they ran around a kaleidoscope of doubt...
I faint inside your open palm,
hoping to belong
to your midnight drives and feelings of sea-like fantasies,
sewing the waves
of what tears apart your insides...
I'd rather sing out the notes of our feet
sliding into warm sands,
and moonlight intimacies....

Your Guitar

By Nikki Quismondo

I open up out of guitar strings
like blue fish in the ocean waves,
your voice vibrates sentimental touches of the feet
embraced in moon weather
and when I open each string
your fingertips become a bookshelf of my mermaid sorrows
I notice your manhood, wanting to be tender
with fire-burned scars, each deep beneath the brown skin,
like tornado winds trying to hit a sculpted strength...

together we'll lay in your music
ironing out the lessons of our love,
like master scientists, performing our own operations
we'll leave the left over organs to the seashells....

Spider Web

By Nikki Quismondo

there's you, a limitless being,
tipsy in the v-shaped canyon,
similarly, like images of conch shell secrecy,
the atmosphere, thin in faint whispers,
where your breath lands upon each and every fragment
the star particles that sneak into shiny
glimmer lights, is where your heart broke free,
and in front of me,
a spiderweb
designed like a natal birth chart,
wheeling out into the midnight universe...