Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2014
There's something deliciously beautiful about watching another inhale fumes from a cigarette,
sat on the window sill, or led in bed.
There lips caress the filter, hand sturdy, still,
a slow drag in, pause, out.
Swirls beyond swirls seen in the moons dim light,
here the tragic line between beauty and death.
AR
Written by
AR  United Kingdom
(United Kingdom)   
389
     AR, Joseph Schneider and Kelsey
Please log in to view and add comments on poems