You struck the matchbefore I knew it.It wasn’t the light that got meit was the smoke,steaming from the top of my head. The way it…
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You struck the matchbefore I knew it.It wasn’t the light that got meit was the smoke,steaming from the top of my head. The way it…
She walks in smokea slow burning incenseedging in reverse. I breathe her in deep,And feel hercurling into my lungs,a warningthat smells likesieged perfumeburnt but sweet.…
Sensual – a poem about the kind of love that sneaks in without warning, then warms you up from the inside out. Follow The Smoke…
I found solace in the way you crackle.You flicker without hesitation,You’ve taken my breath and replacedIt with smoke.I’ve swallowed the promise of a prayer,Whose wings…