Cigarette Kisses
What a great piece!
Your cigarette kisses,
They linger on my lips
Intense as colours wrapped in smoke,
It tastes like my memory of you.
Your tongue speaks for itself.
A fresh carton,
And anticipation for your touch.
You light one as it hangs from your lips,
Care free for all we exhibit.
Inhale. Exhale.
You paint a picture with tendrils.
Your breath is art
As it touches winter air.
You look at me as you extinguish the last spark,
And you smile so easily
And you lean in
And i sigh
I love you and your cigarette kisses.
–Kayla Jeannine
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Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.
