ripple23
07-16-2005, 02:27 AM
never so weary of contentment as when
the cool lights descend
on a momentary shadow
naked, asleep on cigarette ashes
blown from the windowsill's dark oak meandering
the breath of a fan fills the room with
the night and the crying of bonfires
that expose
your silhouettes
straight-eyed and smoke stained
lounging outside of every doorway
where stars,
obscure and golden,
crouch behind your white body, equally as dividing
the cool lights descend
on a momentary shadow
naked, asleep on cigarette ashes
blown from the windowsill's dark oak meandering
the breath of a fan fills the room with
the night and the crying of bonfires
that expose
your silhouettes
straight-eyed and smoke stained
lounging outside of every doorway
where stars,
obscure and golden,
crouch behind your white body, equally as dividing