‚Smoke-Screens At Dawn‘
Watching you blow smoke-rings
naked is the most amazing thing
I’ve ever seen
Puts a spin on unhealthy because
I could breathe all of it in
Every single last wisp til stripping
myself to the bones of my very own
unrequited existence
Shall we dance amidst these
plumes of harsher than reality
Where your pinkened nipple
permits me all kinds of bohemian
dreams
written by
Brian O‘ Driscoll
www.poetart.ie