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29 March 2010 @ 10:44 pm
smoke  
and even though i'm alone
the smell of you hangs in the air
clings to my sheets
brushes my skin

a cloud of smoke
around my bed

last night you
took a pinch of your tobacco
     smelling of crushed wild cherries
your nimble fingers pinched the paper
rolled it
presented it to me

so without you here
i can conjure you
with an inhalation

and even though i'm alone
the smell of you hangs in the air
 
 
 
jacob earla_clear_job on March 30th, 2010 10:28 am (UTC)
i enjoy poems that repeat the first lines as the last lines. :)