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when thinking of you
i like a smoke or six
drive a poisonstick
deep into my lungs
rot might reach my brain
erase our wheezing laughs
nights of nicotine haze
smog mixing with sweat
you're fumes of a cig
wispy, wonderful whirls
absorbed into corners
never to be seen again
smelling of burnt skin
i'm pulled from nostalgia
and light another match
i like a smoke or six
drive a poisonstick
deep into my lungs
rot might reach my brain
erase our wheezing laughs
nights of nicotine haze
smog mixing with sweat
you're fumes of a cig
wispy, wonderful whirls
absorbed into corners
never to be seen again
smelling of burnt skin
i'm pulled from nostalgia
and light another match
Literature
Siren Song
I want the crook of your shoulder
to bury myself in, breathe deep
until I feel anxiety uncoil inside of me,
melt in the waters of love so deep
fear couldn't step a foot inside without
sighing sweetly for that smell on your skin,
the one that does me in, damns me
and saves me all in the same breath,
I am blessed and never knew
the name of God except the one I thank
for crossing your path with mine,
that divine movement evident only
in the day I looked across the room,
met your eyes and cried, I found you.
Literature
Sand Mandala
One grain at a time
Is how I treated our days together
Each color of each grain
I studied the Tibetan monks—
Their deliberate lean over all that is
The chants that made and moved stones
With the authority of time
The geometry that melded with song and soul
To emerge in carefully placed vibrant pigment
Colors that seared in vision
What a blink or eyes closed in dream still saw
Look away—they’re still there
In moments of silence
A ghost of something, but
Bright shimmering
Essence
Deepest reverence
All things
Everything was there
Each grain
Each color
Handled
Placed—the math, the experience, the grandeur
Intended t
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glory
engulfed in flames eternally
so you'll never know what
the skin i was born with looks like --
only how it melts away in the glory
of the death i chose
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Seriously, smoking way too much.
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Mmm. I remember those days. Relationships like this are as addictive or possibly more so than the ciggies~