Up to Smoke

18 October

The spark of your smoke,

Melting the veiling stars in a upward dangling,

Softly breathe,

this night darkness.

Amid flame, we dance,

Like silken air, to spiral animated shapes,

I drink you with my eyes,

You silenced me by wet lips,

on tobacco end.

Ah, fall for your indulgent incense,

Of the image I nest,

And ask the gods to pardon this erotic fire tonight.

----- 11:19pm study break in Bulter

11:18 | Blog it

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Simon wrote:

wow, erotic love! BTW, I saw you changed your quote on facebook and the new quote goes along very well with this poem, haha

18 Oct.

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