Wreathe, baby, wreathe;
coil, baby, coil;
blue haze afterglow
of our hurried embrace.
I love you, baby.
I love you from the tippiest tip of your
little orange filter
to the glowiest glow of your
hot fag end.
Soothe, baby, soothe;
calm, baby, calm.
All evening I've thought of this,
you and me in this alley.
I need you, baby.
I need you from the suckiest suck of my
lips on your tip
to the gulpiest gulp as I
take you in.
Rest, baby, rest;
sleep, baby, sleep;
they're calling me back.
Till next time, my love.
Comments
scratch | July 15, 2012 - 11:20
Hi Bonzo. Good one! Yes it's funny but it also conveys the total reliance and abject addition; metaphor for future work maybe?
Rigel | July 15, 2012 - 14:28
Nice one, indeed, bonzo.
Rigel
Sooz006 | July 15, 2012 - 14:54
Wreathe, baby, wreathe;... writhe?
This has some lovely phrases and images my faovurite being...I love you from the tippiest tip of your
little orange filter
to the glowiest glow of your
hot fag end.
Nice one.
bonzo | July 15, 2012 - 17:05
Thank you all for the comments. I was thinking about 'wreathes of smoke', but writhing may indeed fit in better with the general feel!
Linda Wigzell Cress | July 16, 2012 - 23:49
I indeed did picture the wreathes as smoke rings rising lazily.. good images. Enjoyed
Linda
alex_tomlin | July 20, 2012 - 15:44
Wreathes works well for me. This did actually get my nicotine cravings going!