Perfume and Cigarette Smoke
The aroma to which I woke,
To find empty space in my bed,
Filled with phantoms of truths, unsaid.
Like a total eclipsing moon,
We met and parted all too soon,
But not before merging our lives,
So that some sick wet dream survives.
Perfume and cigarette smoke,
Imbued love songs in which she spoke,
Rose nectar, flowing from her tongue,
In seconds, made my soul grow young.
Heavenly gates, red and ribbon-lipped,
From which each languid letter dripped,
Before fading with grey billows,
Orphaning my lonesome pillows.
Like her cold, yellowing fingers,
Her bodiless breath still lingers,
Upon my skin, inside each bone,
The sweetest chill I've ever known.
Dedicated to R. Y.
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