Saturday, January 23, 2016

Smoke

A cealing of stars meet my gaze

I'm floating spun gently by Aphrodite the godess of love

Soft lamps cleave to her form like a lover

They caress her as my eyes sear her reflection into my brain

A lovers touch

The taste of salt

Firefly's and starlight standing watch against the ever changing shadows; which meld together like smoke left in a room

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