Love | 
Photo via: Marija Kovac
I gustation of cigarettes too sadness ,
equally your eyes line the contour of my cheek ,
the trouble of my lips ,
calculating around unfathomable equation.
And nonetheless you lot lean inwards closer.
Seeing my shattered middle reflected back
I plough away.
Your fingertips brush my mentum ,
elevator my seem upward towards the heavens.
Still you lot lean inwards closer.
I halt breathing ,
suspended ,
caught inwards the tangle of uncertainty
that this minute portends.
Frozen ,
forever ,
non wanting to know if you lot gustation of
sadness too cigarettes.
Photo via: Marija Kovac
I gustation of cigarettes too sadness ,
equally your eyes line the contour of my cheek ,
the trouble of my lips ,
calculating around unfathomable equation.
And nonetheless you lot lean inwards closer.
Seeing my shattered middle reflected back
I plough away.
Your fingertips brush my mentum ,
elevator my seem upward towards the heavens.
Still you lot lean inwards closer.
I halt breathing ,
suspended ,
caught inwards the tangle of uncertainty
that this minute portends.
Frozen ,
forever ,
non wanting to know if you lot gustation of
sadness too cigarettes.
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