Untitled poem part 1

10 03 2009

An untitled poem I thought of while talking to a friend. And I know, I need a new Zen, and things to post while we’re at it.

Watching as the smoke drift from your mouth
Into the void of open air
The coldness lascerating your flesh
Whipping alabaster pigmentation red
The touch of your face
The sensation of my hand as i warm you

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