Tuesday, 12 July 2011

small stone - bad habits

You are delicious
light blue in dusk
swirls trailing from your lips
dance around to catch my
lingering eyes
which trace the path of man made clouds
now silver
still swirling
from the tip of burning cylinders
up my willing nose
i breathe too deep,
call me, to once more
do bad things-
but bad feels good sometimes.

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