Saturday, June 8, 2013

Delay Me

He took
a slow drag from it,
pausing to perfectly hold on
to the clear, marrless night air.
He felt it's familiarity 
burning down into that place 
where he kept all his reasons 
why he never questioned 
the tantalizing pain of the flame. 
And then,
as though to mark his name
into our fears of the dark,
he released it all,
all that hot reverence 
he had for the world
and it's confines.
How he relished
in the view 
of the push towards
his own personal respect
going up in the smoke
of his savored self-indulgence. 
And how he hoped 
that someday pleasure would keep
from fleeting from sight,
and fading into the night.

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