My thristy lips,
the one kissing her.
Emptiness of time, inhaling in smoke.
Puffs of white cloud, facing me around;
My passionate fingers,
the one holding her.
Sweetness of past, delving in smoke.
Ashes of dormant Volcano, falling on ground;
My foamed lungs,
the one breathing her.
wings of desires, duding in smoke.
joyed warm air rising high, and cheerless ashes falling to ground;
By Neil (Copyright @ People’s Post)