Thursday, 13 November 2014

Classic Ultra Mild

As it burns
Between your ruby lips
I watch it with extreme envy

The burden of my unsaid feelings
Grows heavier
While the smoke from your mouth
Rises up with derisive lightness

Unexpectedly then
Only for few moments though
As you pass it to me
The momentary touch of our fingers
Makes everything worth enduring

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