Hands clutching to the drag
of a listless cigarette,
small twists of silk wire
cradling whatever oxygen
left in my lungs
Fingers circling twirled hair
while my tongue breaks down
barriers,
linguistically curious
but simply put,
licking the inside of your lips
and wishing for more
My poor taste,
poor traits wishing
for the release of a content,
oxygen-ridden,
exasperated climbing rung
A single sigh
completes this mile
walking with a limping heart,
I might place words
in mouth, soundless
and expecting to stay a little
less while (I come down
from the crowded reading shelf,
a finishing call to halt
this beating chest of ours)
Author notes
I've been on the kick with the blues sound. been writing more songs than not.
I dare you...
Comments
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To me it is sensual...
I can see the first set being a conclusion of this encounter...followed by the revisiting of the encounter itself...I'm still thinking.
Curious.
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i love the first stanza. kinda makes me want to light a cigarette.
i like the line linguistically curious. its interesting.
the only thing i dont like about this, is how abruptly it ended.. but im nitpicking..
great write.
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beautiful.
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"A single sigh
completes this mile
walking with a limping heart,"
I love the smoothness and the words used. So very abstract and intoxicating to read.
You're just a writing machine these days.
I envy you on so many levels.
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