The days of smoke and honey

Living on honey and smoke.

Sweet memories unfurled in the hazy breeze.
Linen crisp and white, clean from the outside line.
Swing slowly with Spring's faultless soft scent.
Breathe deep, deep into the stainless sky.

Fall forward with all the grace of doves into the late twilight.

Devour the day and draw the image deep down in the dark.
Capture the clouds so the mystery can be revealed.

Long and low thoughts reflected as the smoke traces.
Cigarette tar, powder burned on  lingering fingers.
Turn to the sweet smoky kiss and taste your twisted tongue tied again.

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