In a curtain of smoke. (a record)
Rolling, it twirls and wondered
in the piercing florescent shafts.
It coiled away the colored grinning dinosaurs.
Wrapped in its grey curtain,
my fingers follow black furrows
in your head.
Wishing me poured into the black gaps.
still now. hush.
Tame not my longing for your love.
grey around till the smoke lifts.
feb/march 08; draft 3/4