As I weave together a magic elixir
to cure all the ills of my moth-to-the-flame patrons,
my eye catches yours as it did so many years ago.
In between the locked-in-look of one another
are the cob webs of our nights together
passing a cigarette back and forth in a celebratory puff
of mixing chemicals.
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Caught in that old web is the memory of those molded
jade eyes casting a hint of fear and a sign of pleasure
as your body squirmed around,
as your body squirmed around,
arranging yourself tighter in my grip.
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Struggling to break free is the memory of that salty taste
of your skin as I crawled up and down your body
hugging the curves with my tongue and savoring
your flavor like a fine wine.
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As our stare fades till be both turn away,
one last wink and smile from you lets me
know that it was always your intention
to be tangled up by me.
In between the locked-in-look of one another
ReplyDeleteare the cob webs of our nights together
passing a cigarette back and forth in a celebratory puff
of mixing chemicals.
the people i tend to miss most are the people i've been on one side of that look with. celebratory puff of mixing chemicals...that makes me miss pre-teacher wild child sarah so bad it almost hurts. most of the cigarettes she smoked were in celebration of mixing chemicals. the hardest break-up i've ever been through was with her.
hazel blended eyes - disturbing mental image of liquified eyeballs in a starbucks cup.
you've given words to a moment that almost everyone has experienced but no one can really put into words. could you change the hazel blended eyes?