IP: Smoking Is Not Allowed On These Premises

By bonzo

Sun, 15 Jul 2012
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6 comments
 

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.

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Comments

Submitted by scratch on
Hi Bonzo. Good one! Yes it's funny but it also conveys the total reliance and abject addition; metaphor for future work maybe?

 

Submitted by Rigel on
Nice one, indeed, bonzo. Rigel

Submitted by Sooz006 on
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.

 

Submitted by bonzo on
Thank you all for the comments. I was thinking about 'wreathes of smoke', but writhing may indeed fit in better with the general feel!

Submitted by Linda Wigzell Cress on
I indeed did picture the wreathes as smoke rings rising lazily.. good images. Enjoyed Linda

Linda

Submitted by alex_tomlin on
Wreathes works well for me. This did actually get my nicotine cravings going!