The smoke

Short reflective rambling.

As I breathed out the smoke, we watched if fall to the floor

White rolling seahorses meandered downwards

A polite and gentle stampede as I sent through more

 

Rustling and whispering so that only you and I could hear

We were spindling silver silken secrets

Into the fine thread that ties us here

 

The warm lethargy soothes over my skin

You pull in tight feeling my soothing cloud grow

Sharing my breath, holding my secret within

Reviews

[LisetteCanWrite!]

A glimpse at a penned portrait of a moment in time.. You could get an image of two silhouettes huddled in a plume of smoke.. with only whispering, rustling to be heard.. pulling in tight .. this left the reader hanging on your breathe in the mystery of the secret that lingers.. the white rolling seahorses a nice wording for the plumes of smoke!

[SoulofManyFaces]

There is something sensual about this piece..maybe, it's
the breathing, and whispering, but it all ties in very well
together.

[Jennika has a short att..]

You were right, I love it. I especially love the description of the smoke, because I can actually tell what you're describing. Great job.

[Micah_s5]

spindling silver silken secrets. I like the way you put that. Nice poem.

[Ian]

I like your poem seems to me is that smoking keeps you relaxed
and you describe what the smoke shapes it turned into

[Taylor H.]

loved it