A steamy trail of particulate vapor issues from her lips
tracing the outline of her silhouette and rising
up,
up,
it diffuses into nothingness
Don’t listen to what your parents or teachers tell you, kids-
smoke is very ****
she exhales again
slithers languidly through the still air
stretching for something-
rolls across my coffee table
like dunes in fast-forward
drips off the edges-
-gone.
She puffs a thick ring at me
it crosses through the void space toward me;
I reach out to touch it- to grasp it
and it dissipates;
she grins-
such teasing.
Smoke is-
and
is not-
it traces the airflow-
the negative space
like a jungle cat pretending to be
the light between the leaves
she knows this
and she can see that I know she does
Smoke
is why I am so captivated
So fascinated
so mesmerized
so transfixed
by her
and in general-
by women.
Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 12:11 PM UTC
A steamy trail of particulate vapor issues from her lips
tracing the outline of her silhouette and rising
up,
up,
it diffuses into nothingness
Don’t listen to what your parents or teachers tell you, kids-
smoke is very ****
she exhales again
slithers languidly through the still air
stretching for something-
rolls across my coffee table
like dunes in fast-forward
drips off the edges-
-gone.
She puffs a thick ring at me
it crosses through the void space toward me;
I reach out to touch it- to grasp it
and it dissipates;
she grins-
such teasing.
Smoke is-
and
is not-
it traces the airflow-
the negative space
like a jungle cat pretending to be
the light between the leaves
she knows this
and she can see that I know she does
Smoke
is why I am so captivated
So fascinated
so mesmerized
so transfixed
by her
and in general-
by women.
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