There is a reality born
of smoking a cigarette
after sharing bodies,
fluids
a vision of god
and the all encompassing truth
that this
will never happen again.
Love is a word spelled
by dishevled blankets,
human hair and
limbs;
the act of setting each other
on fire
and then dousing
with cold shoulders
and colder rooms,
alone.
Please tell me what you think
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forgot applause
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This is energetic and it has a sex charged jumpiness to it that i just love.
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very cool
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wow!!
this is highly charged and seemingly of a 'one night stand' (not that i've ever had one... yeah right!)
keep on penning!
mike, aka jonathan wikkins -
wow
your poem was actually very intersting and it reminds me of other things that lead to smoking a ciggerette wether they be sexuall or not brava good job....
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