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Jan 2015
A cigarette dangles from your lips,
And from it smoke arises
In puffs and celestial swirls.
Eddies of toxic exhaust,
In the process of a great ascension
To the sky,
So blue.
Black lungs to match a blackened soul.
What truth there is in your eyes,
As if the purity of the iridescence
Was a sign of unadulterated authenticity.
How infallible your arms
To be enclosed in them
Is to be enveloped in radiant heat.
Never shall I falter
In the presence of you.
Your gaze holds me steady
Even in the instability of this world.
Precariously you lie on the bridge connecting life and death.
You don't waver when the wind whispers deceptions,
A ploy it created to drive you off the edge.
The wind's jealousy creates deceit you will not fall for.
I am not so strong.
I come to join you,
But where you are planted firmly,
I am loosely placed.
And when the wind whispers my name
I turn to it,
Falling away from you
And into the vast expanse
Of broken elsewheres.
Rachel Herrmann
Written by
Rachel Herrmann  Nashville
(Nashville)   
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