Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Still (a poem about smoking)


Still 
after all this time
the days like drips of water
forming the rushing river of years
still I see you and I want you,
My heart cries out when I see you with him
adjusting his fedora, turning up his collar
he takes you in his hand sets you aflame 
draws you into his body.
With every fiber of my being I want you
I want you
still

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