8 - Consume

Under your iridescent light
I’ll always feel protected;
quite gifted, in fact,
that you would spare me
your life.

I offer you my pen
and you offer a smile.
We’ve been bound
by this moment,
in writing and ink.

I'm whispering viscous vistas
an offering to consume,
these words that shall entomb.
A real smoke to start this fire
a real fire to start inside of you. 

Can you spare a life?
To keep that white stick burning,
as you lick your lips.
My concerns are uncontrollable,

Dark horizons offer passage
through a mighty storm,
it’s hard to see what lays beyond
with your fumes blown
in my eyes.

The End

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