My pleasures – burning cigarettes.
All dancing in the air like lost souls of smoke.
I breathe you in. I dance with you too –
the way I used to.
My thoughts caress your weightless silhouettes.
Ink runs through my veins, and with it I paint you.
With gentle strokes I dress you in squinting shades.
And still endlessly you twirl into nothingness
as I am left to grasp that floating meaning
until the Absurd entangles my thoughts and strangles you.
My desires – you sink
in a soaring imbalance between my lungs
before vanishing in a sigh of regret.
In the stuffy air of regret you will form again:
black, separated, adulterated. Words.