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The Scent of You
By Mistress Shadow
This one last cigarette
is lingering on my breath
as I miss the scent
and senses of you.
Which ones are the memories
and which ones are the dreams?
Is it true why you left me
or will I wake up next to you?
How did the distinctions
become disfigured?
Please just one more inhale
of your sweet perfume.
I’ve forgotten what is true
and have spun lace from remembered lies.
Why do I embrace you
wearing such a gown?
I dance with you
and turn and twist
to the smoke
that flirts with the breeze.
I turn to go
and wonder what I did
to let the night
swallow us whole.
The smoke dissipates
and I am left with the scent
of you.
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© 2008 Mistress Shadow
Published on Friday, August 8, 2008.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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On Friday, December 5, 2008, Moonflower
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wrote:
ahhh. beautiful. :)
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A former member wrote:
if only....
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On Monday, August 18, 2008, Scarrzz
(238) wrote:
You started with an emptiness and longing, and followed it through a moving current of air with a steady rhythm, only to wind up where you began. The feeling was constant, and the longing is familiar. I think I will have to re-read this several times.
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A former member wrote:
What is this scent that drifts into the endless dark upon a smoky breeze? Conjuring memories and toying with dreams... it seems as if the ideal mixes with the real... and the real must depart... swallowed, or frightened away? Is it love or longing that erases the lines of sanity? I love the way the smoke becomes a mysterious symbol transcending the work and resisting placement within the occasion... like the blurring of distinctions, perhaps. When will you be peaking in on me?
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