Breath.
Tension.
Pull.
Explosion.
Waves.
Nothing.
-----
I lit your cigarette,
the smoke blew soft
on my face
and
I fell into
Wonderland as I took your tobacco
kiss addicted to you.
-----
Take me back
to owhere time
stands still,
when the music
was loud and
the children
went outside,
to the aesthetics of my home,
painted the sky.
-----
Little noses flattened
against a window,
curious eyes glued on
tiny airplanes rising
from the ground--bringing
up their excitement with
it.
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