January 15th 2012
The burning ember of this clove is the only light in this room. I pull slow and meticulous. I breathe the thick smoke over the rolling bones of my knuckles, acutely aware of its curving whisps.
Thinking only of……
lips that move and whisper
silent I love you’s
protected behind billows of smoke
It’s hard to hear her voice now, it’s getting softer
my heart hangs heavy, still.
It’s the glow
The glow from a mysterious ship on the dark horizon
Seen from the coarse sand of a desolated island
the only light I can see, besides the glow from this dying cigarette.
it’s getting to the filter now
and the moon is hiding behind black clouds