smoke and ash and a poem by Pyper

November 19, 2007


Smoke and Ash

His lips are moist
that piece is always there
dangling obnoxiously
like an extra appendage
that has become part
of his being
he suckles it
sometimes lovingly
sometimes furiously
and he smells like the earth
on fire
smoke and ash follow him
you can hear it sizzle and pop
with his breath
I stare at his lips
pink flesh pressed tightly
as if trying to keep a secret
pink flesh gasping for air
he reminds me of a giant fish
out of water

by pyper hugos


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