stoops over cigarette smoke –
the warm expanse greeting stillness
steady-eyed, he gasps to
be touched, desperate for
passion, cut hotly like blindness
time comes to all, in time,
he reminds that part of him
that prides reason, above all else
and the last drag inhaled,
he descends, skin thick and dry,
from the dusk to open waters
rn
1 comment:
um, wow. i think i'd forgotten (again) that you write well, no matter what type of writing it is.
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