Tobacco

The steam from the bath

swirls like smoke curling

from your open lips;

in goodbye and greeting.

& as the sweat drips with water

down my spine, jaw, clavicle

and breasts, I can taste

the tobacco of midnight –

kisses intertwined with sleep

and the stars shining;

a silver crown atop the ebony

head of a clear night sky.

 

 

Photograph & poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019

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