Cigarette and Coffee Kisses
Our lips meet, softly pressed...
Fit together like a puzzle,
and on this winter night
with the illuminated skyline of the city,
hazy through the chilly fog
looming bright to our left.
Now I taste the taste of
cigarette and coffee kisses.
Fit together like a puzzle,
and on this winter night
with the illuminated skyline of the city,
hazy through the chilly fog
looming bright to our left.
Now I taste the taste of
cigarette and coffee kisses.
Glad to see you're still writing! Did you ever read my novel? I'd love to hear what you think if you did.
ReplyDeleteOh, this poem has good imagery ;)
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