In a curtain of smoke. (a record)
Rolling, it twirls and wondered
blue, shimmering
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.
Quiet.Eyes shut.Soft.
Wishing me poured into the black gaps.
still now. hush.
Tame not my longing for your love.
I stay,
grey around till the smoke lifts.
feb/march 08; draft 3/4
