#12: White Noise

Chasing smoke with a jar
ever since your pictures faded
and started to blur into others

Trying to recall scars
but I'm finding myself jaded
lost in the dreams of our mothers

Such a visage with such eyes
gone to mist and scented vapors
left me frozen, shivering, searching

So I run with my jar
try to capture what eludes me
someone like you, someone forgotten

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#11: Feathers

Kisses
and just a brush of skin.
Barely there, like soft fur.
Hot breath moving slowly
down, down my neck
like white feathers.
Then lips, your lips
gentle velvet
sucking venom from my veins
add sweet drugs to my brain.

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