and yet a nother poem...
A Cigarette and Smoke
After sex a cigarette
that is all i ask for
The only thing i want out of this
these few minutes after sex
we are calming and quite
as we both delight in the pleasures of our vices
after sex it is a cigarette and then on to
your start towards the door
i reach for my plaid boxers and my undershirt
now we have the words to say finally we have caught our breath
i don't care for this part, the words,
more is to be said for two people in a bed, in a room quite
lighting this beautiful connection
we are the same smoke waiving in perfect circles
arnt we just the perfect circle.
one moment
shared
no conflict
no words
just a cigarette and some smoke.
After sex a cigarette
that is all i ask for
The only thing i want out of this
these few minutes after sex
we are calming and quite
as we both delight in the pleasures of our vices
after sex it is a cigarette and then on to
your start towards the door
i reach for my plaid boxers and my undershirt
now we have the words to say finally we have caught our breath
i don't care for this part, the words,
more is to be said for two people in a bed, in a room quite
lighting this beautiful connection
we are the same smoke waiving in perfect circles
arnt we just the perfect circle.
one moment
shared
no conflict
no words
just a cigarette and some smoke.