Wasted timing…

Bottomless eyes

staring deep into space,

while smoke slowly drifts to the sky.

Lovingly lost

deep in Nothings embrace,

unaware,  in the bliss,  flying high.

 

 

 

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Out of line…

He blew my nose

and made me cry,

the pain, sharply exquisite.

The day surrendered

to the night,

unmindful of his visit.

Minutes raced and hours flew,

while time was standing still,

we laughed and talked,

and circle walked,

and lined another thrill.

 

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Wasted Monday…

Puffing the day away.

Songs out of tune.

Head in the clouds.

A high afternoon.

Dance around solo.

Skip to no beat.

Wasting the moment.

Smoking a treat.

 

 

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Mellow moments…

A peaceful companion

I find in myself.

Today’s woes are slipping away.

Smoke drifts through the air.

A forgotten warm beer.

Mary-Jane takes her place,

centre stage.

 

 

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Red wine…

Red wine.

Conversation.

Laughter.

Spilt wine.

Cigarettes.

Music.

Unsteady steps.

Eye contact.

Kissing.

Carried to bed.

Undressed.

Touched.

Stroked.

Excitement.

Passion.

Pleasure.

Relief.

Love.

Eyes closing.

Sleep.

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Solitaire…

Solitary partnership.

That sums up what we’ve got.

One worded conversations

is our exciting lot.

You fall asleep

when we’re alone,

I feel like such a bore.

An hour in my company

sure looks like it’s a chore.

I want to go on picnics

and maybe a beach stroll.

I’d love a simple

board game,

but that’s not how we roll.

A solitary partnership

is the relationship we’ve got.

We sit silently for hours,

and yawn,

more often, than not.

 

 

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