Laugh-Lines and Cigarettes

laugh-lines etched upon my skin
and warm cigarettes against my lips
remind me of hazy summer nights
walking along a tree-lined avenue
as harmonies dance in the air 
and create a canopy of sounds
to soothe our weary souls.
drunk with anticipation, and
the whiskey we shared together,
we make our way through the 
sleepy summer streets guiding us
to our indulgent revelations and
long into the night we carry on,
reminiscent of a reckless youth
in which we thrived not so long ago.

Reviews

[Emily B]

oh, this is wonderful

[Elena]

This is charming; there is a lot of subtle imagery that paints quite a picture, when you reach the end. I enjoyed reading this; it almost brings me back to the sticky summer and the hot smoke wafting from the cigarettes I too, used to smoke - when the youth thought they were the wisest philosophers around. Great job.