Breathing

there's something incredibly sexy and simply beautiful about the man I love blowing smoke into my lungs

Inhale -

and with a casual flick

of the bic

tendrils of sweetness

scorch and stretch lazily

upwards as the dutch sizzles

and snaps to life.

Impossibly long, thin fingers

roll brown burning leaf

once,

twice,

three times, then raise 

it to a resonantly red mouth

and pulls in to himself

once quickly,

then again,

deeper.

Closes his eyes and draws

his face down until he

grazes my cheek with

his nose.

Soft petals search out 

pale chapped lips to

connect and open

He releases from his lungs

his clouds -

they fill me up.

My chest rises, 

responds,

as I drink in the plumes,

sip both earth 

and fire from his lips

Hold his breath in and

tilt back, open my eyes

to hold his gaze for the first time.

The earth drops out from

under me

and,

- exhale.  

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

In my young days of real bars. Drinking, smoking and dancing was a good time. Nice vision create by the poem. Smoking can be sexy if the right person is smoking and sharing the smoke with. No weakness in the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Roger Turgeon]

I once tried to write a poem about smoke...I like yours better. The flow was perfect. I could see it all unfolding before my eyes.

[Susannah Rae]

thank you so much!

[Matt Sayer]

Passion, like steam or smoke, respired. Trickling through the air, drawn inside, swirled like a mouthful of wine, then released. This poem works on a great many levels. Brilliant stuff, Susannah! :)

[Susannah Rae]

thank you so much

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A beautifully sensual piece. Again you use the smoke analogy but this is breath taking at its most literal!