Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Smokescreen

Engulfing me,
Hauntingly slow,
Becoming part of you,
Before I could know.

Making me an addict,
with your intoxication,
content I float,
devoid of sensation.

I begin to see,
what I wish to,
Giving you a form,
that I hold onto.



And like smoke,
you drift away,
shapeless,formless,
finding your own way.



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