The Park Before Dawn

Dancing under streetlights and between cigarette smoke, Following the tendrils out of your mouth, tracing your warm lips with my cold fingertips- Listening to blurry music – sharing faded songs Shivering under the stars but holding on to each other and feeling warm. Sharing breaths, passing the stardust between our blue parted lips, Teaching you … Continue reading The Park Before Dawn

My Jar of Smoke

On my wooden table, there lies a jar of smoke. Dark grey tendrils curl and twist inside the glass. I look into my jar to reminisce and to remember- The days which have long since passed. I look into the heart of that ashen black unfurling cloud, To see my life, my loves, my fears … Continue reading My Jar of Smoke