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All In Love Twilight,
Your sultry eyes lower as the ash burns at the tip of your cigarette and falls;
It singes the ground.
The tip of it is wedged firmly between your bright lips.
You breathe fire and smoke and turn to look at me--
I can't bring myself to face you:
I can't,
I can't.
Like a broken record of unfinished actions and words of--
I can't--
You muss your hair.
I'm looking away again.
God--
Can't.
I can't--
Like a broken record,
I can't.
Find your eyes with mine...
My feelings,
Are trying to betray my...
... Resolve.
God, they're so beautiful--
They smolder, ashes falling from your cigarette,
And the smoke makes me gag,
The fire makes me look away...
In my heart.
That broken record pumping blood,
I feel a lump.
A clot.
Of.
Crumbling,
Ashes.
Another batch falls to the ground,
Into the fire.
The twigs are engulfed in the flames and the fireflies
Are dying in the crackling bark turned white with--
The suffocation of.
Life.
I told myself I wouldn't do this.
Who...
Am
I?
... really?
No control over this--
Broken record.
Your lips on mine and I don't even know if I can
Believe myself anymore...
God.
It's love--
Fuck!
It's love.
And I'm roaring to life;
Bursting into flame!
...In
The
Dwindling
Ashes
Of
Pompeii...
I like this poem, despite myself, and it may very well prove to be inspiring.
Starward
This is fantastic. I adore this kind of intimate, inner monologue. Please don't stop writing. You are a brilliant writer. :)