Thursday, January 15, 2009

These moments define us

The cigarette smoke that filled the room was comforting, even though I don't smoke.
Maybe it's the way smoke hides things.
Not just objects... but emotions and stares.
In a place I call my second home,
with a person I call my brother.
So much can be said, while lips never part.
Ay, the clock ticks by.

"Only sailors and whores... only sailors and whores"


© Luke Daniel

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