Your Lips Taste Of Cigarettes; You Don't Smoke

In the air I taste your breath,

The hushed sighs of a tamed love

Blazing quietly from afar,

A passion that twinkles in only the eyes

Of two lovers that speak in whispers,

Afraid of who’s to hear them.

 

Let the demons come, my love, I say,

Let them come and rip the world

Asunder, piece by piece, let

Our world die fighting tooth and nail

Instead of succumbing

To suffocation with a whimper.

 

For this passion smolders violently

In the confines of a windowless room,

The faint smoke gathering to slowly

Extinguish the dwindling inferno,

The ashes causing your lips to taste

Not of love, but dust and remains.

 

If this fire were to die

Without burning down the world,

I daresay, who’s to hear us?

 

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

who is to hear us indeed ... set the blaze free for goodness sake! :)
E.

[Tai Ryens]

Thank you, Einstein!

[Coyote Poetry]

"The ashes causing your lips to taste
Not of love, but dust and remains"
I like the poem. Real life and direct. The scent of cigarettes can put you into a bad place if you do not smoke. I like the conversation and thoughts in the poem. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Tai Ryens]

You're right about that, Coyote. Thank you.

[paul sal.....]

Love is hard to find, hold on with all your might, let not dense heads deter your expression of love, for it can be fleeting, plant your love in springs soil ; and perhaps flowers of life will grow

[Tai Ryens]

Thank you, p Salinger, always lovely to hear your outlooks. Not many people look upon life as cheerful as you do, and it's refreshing to see your words.

[paul sal.....]

It is my pleasure. I am not always as cheerful as my writing my infer but I do believe in hope.........

[Pax]

The first time I have read this, i was totally intrigue, then i came back again with the same feeling of mysteriousness it says...

The title was cleverly put, brings or adds up to the piece's intent. Now I am giving myself much more thought on how these demons came up. Perhaps the demons itself is within them. Perhaps this is an forbidden affair in the eyes of many. Afriad to speak up, or to open up, for the hammer of truth breaks many hearts. MOre often Passion drives us crazy in foolish mistakes, it okay, it is natural to have mistakes and foolish choices, but getting out of it, takes a lot of things, even death to the fires of love...

a very nice piece Tai, my friend...

[Tai Ryens]

Always pleased to incite intrigue among my readers, thank you, Pax, always a pleasure to see your thoughts.

[Extant]

I love the images of the lovers trying to be kept secret, but they hope that they will be exposed so that they can be together in the open. Title threw me a bit, I thought this might be something of an accusation, but I still enjoyed it immensely. The third stanza is my favourite, especially the last line, where you say dust and remains instead of ash and soot. The remains, though, bring to mind death, whether the death of your secret, the world around you, or the love between you, it's all very well.

[Tai Ryens]

Spot on, especially with the death part. Glad you enjoyed, I thank you kindly.

[Extant]

My pleasure.

[Bluefire]

It made me think of a couple in a cabin. They kiss and the cabin glows like there's a fire. Smoke wafts in from somewhere unseen, and one of the couple evaporates into dust and ashes, leaving the protagonist to wonder what should happen if the glow goes out.
And the fire dies.
Well done. ^^

[Tai Ryens]

How woefully intriguing, always great to see your thoughts, Blue.
Ps. Check your PMs :P

[Bluefire]

No problem. ^^

[Baby Ricochet]

Newport menthols. You can taste them everywhere you put your mouth on her. As long as the demons have a carton of Newports they can come on in

[Tai Ryens]

Rational thinking at its finest, aha. Thank you, Baby R

[stars are far]

That is well done i write .. "The ashes causing your lips to taste
Not of love, but dust and remains" i loved these lines..

[Tai Ryens]

Thank you, Stars!

[stars are far]

my pleasure :)

[Frieda P]

This love sounds anything but tame, smoldering violently just a clue, sounds as though it could be a forbidden love or long distance relationship that runs hot and cold. Love never dies really but it can be suffocating. No whimpers in this strong poetic statement...I say shout if from the rooftops! A favorite Tai.

[Tai Ryens]

Tame enough to contain in your hands but wild enough to burn; thanks muchly, always a great pleasure to see you 'round.

[Frieda P]

Ha sounds like most relationships my friend!...always my pleasure.