Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2015
one cigarette
then two
(or four)

every drag brings

another image
(of your face)



inhale
(crooked teeth smile)
*

exhale
(rough stubble brushes blushing cheeks)



Your eyes are rich soil
(nourishing copper rings)
tell me about the thoughts
(who keep their roots there)

inhale

(kisses like familiar embraces)
exhale*
(no danger in soft hands)
Victoria Anne Noel Shinkle
708
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems