bend

i dreamed of you
as a wisp of smoke
your flesh beating against mine, mine

its the little things
i tell myself
every night

the words i bend
are wisps of smoke
entwined entwined
in you in you

travel the night
to see your smile
and inhale your smoke

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One thought on “bend”

  1. Its a pain replacement directed at myself because there is no other way to release it. This all finally makes sense. Your description of whatever makes sense.

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