cold nights: July 2009

As cheap as a lighter as delicate as a cigarette. Delicately let the smoke sit in my mouth, careful of quick circulation. An intimacy to fool us both and give us a taste of smoke that is long lived. Quick things with a nature such as this are romantisized memories that grow into passionate ones the more we tell them. Empty words of poetic pursuit and with empty touch and a deficit of inspiration. Once it hits, it will surely be gone