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 … Continue reading Tobacco
His hands reached forward in frozen submission the smoke she left, curling between his knuckles the smoke from the fire she lit, a sturdy house reduced to cinders, dying embers glowing gently below the blanket of darkness in which she visited. Her smiles appeared like shadows in the charred windows haunting his own as he … Continue reading A House on Fire
