Wisping Wiles
Only when this cigar ends
I'll sit and stare, at the ashes
as they fall, a little of my heart
mixed in with them all
Quietly laced through your
shadow, I'd taste each memory
till I forget, the colors and crevices
Of your face, if only you'd let
me slip as slowly, as the smoke
from these lips..
Copyright © Madrigal Franch | Year Posted 2014
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