Smokey Kisses...
the pipe smoke slowly rises
from my muttering lips
we can't look through
the tangling ribbon's white eclipse
on a journey including
only the mind, now you are all alone
the smoke's still strolling in the air
like a kiss that's just been blown
Copyright © Luke Steadman | Year Posted 2009
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