-marlboro grey- *by someone who hopes the smoke never clears* (frankie leone, just a man) * *her eyes are filled with glittery smoke - when her stare meets mine she’s the first cigarette of the day - a dizzy vertigo overcoming me - her pair of mesmerizing smoke screens defies the laws of physics - despite the thick grey shimmering in her irises the light in her shines unobstructed - far brighter than the street lights drowning rivington street - the warm summer evening she first draws herself into my teenage lungs* * *she’s short delicate and wears the face of a contemporary angel - ironically, they usually do - but she frightens me beyond comprehension her spirit rippling with lean muscle - towering over mine and eventually beating me into submission - but this night youth and passion - strap me into the most thrilling ride in our abandoned amusement park - and the ride begins* * *we can’t see the other side of this haze-filled room - her and i - blind to each other blind to ourselves - but even after years pass as they always will - even after the pack comes out of my sleeve and the zippo leaves my pocket - i’ll always jones for one last drag of the glittery smoke in her eyes.* * *boroughoflostboys/.*
Posted on: Fri, 14 Jun 2013 15:55:17 +0000
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