These nights....

I see you
Framed in every window
Of those houses
Stretched in front of me;
As their curtains ache
For a tender brush of your skin.
Your smile aimed
Only at me
Which turns to that smirk,
And I shrink
To the size of dust,
To the ashes
Of the cigarette
That you hold between your lips.

Reviews

[Kara Emily Krantz]

"As their curtains ache
For a tender brush of your skin. "

this is fantastic, my dear. really wonderful.

my only thought would be that maybe it would have more impact if the cigarette was "smoked only by you" not for you.... but that's just a thought. i just feel like that feeling of being smoked, of being inhaled and thrown away... really fits in with what you're saying here.

this is really a great piece though. glad i stopped by :)

hugs

[piggy]

just lovely.

i really enjoyed reading it and thanks for writing it.

[Passingdaze]

That was excellent. For such a short piece I felt so much real emotion here. Your talent is easy to see and I hope you keep on writing for the rest of your existense. Can't put into words how much I enjoyed this. Wonderful job...

[Kris Tate]

Oh man, this isn't fair, I really try to only put one poem by one person in the finalist, but I might have to change that rule for you. This made me miss everyone in my life who is gone now. You have great talent.

[Saving Grace]

oh i really love this. the ending is perfect. the cigarette was a create a metaphor. very nice