Rhymes
The Secret Keeper
Our bodies spoke aloud, yet we never said much.
Our tongue twisted in the sensitivity of lust.
Trembling as if I had never been touched.
Although, seeing believes...
Published: March 30, 2022
'Pack of Cigarettes'
Yours held tightly in the pocket of my jeans.
Befriended a purple lighter in the means,
My nerves are hoax fine.
Then light a cigarette comes to mind.
Off we go to the smokers' section.
Pass the crowd in a quick collection.
Outside is fresh air and a wonderful breeze.
Even the birds are chirping in the trees.
Flick and strike the flame alight.
Sound of my cigarette churn as the smoke take flight.
Exhale to relieve the tension tick.
Ashes float at every flick.
Inhale the taste of nicotine.
Blowing smoke is a mellow scene.
Understanding habits...
Pack of Cigarettes is a poem about understanding a smoker's point of view of the experience and feeling. Have you always wondered what the reason is for smoking and the kick you get out of it? Take a trip to the smokers' section.
