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Tommy Smith Apr 10
The smoke blooms as I light the cigarette. Circling and swirling on the breezes of night. Commingling with the taste of cold coffee and warm whiskey.
     Now, here, embraced by the night,
and all her brilliance I wonder. The shadows come and the demons dance. A party loud in un-remembering.
     The rain begins. Soft and steady the falling of dreams. And I wonder still, where are you and where did you go?
Tommy Smith Apr 10
Can I see you
naked?
beyond the walls you’ve built
to withstand
the falls you felt?
yes,
yes baby let me see you bare,
and I’ll bare myself to you,
naked in fears and dreams,
hopes and screams,
yes baby,
let me see it all,
cause this is where you need love the most
it’s you,
always has been….
…. you,
beyond the world and schemes
can’t you see?
so let me show you,
….just you,
beyond the age and fears,
past the hurts and lies,
and let me kiss
where your insecurities lie
it’s you,
so let me sit bare
while you do too…
Tommy Smith Apr 9
I bathed in her skin
              and tasted her dawn
            til I couldn't remember

                 and we ******
                     and loved
               through the night
                     and now
            she’s all I remember...
Tommy Smith Apr 8
soft quilted nights surround my ruin
where a longing
still
and sweet
leads me here and there
beyond this place
where
quiet destruction reigns
was it me all along?
guiding me here
to my place among ghosts?
the familiar and friendly
the needy and wanting,
it’s all the same
we’re all the same
here,
me and my ghosts
waiting for lifetimes to bend
for us to free
and lifetimes to mend
but what becomes
then,
of these
soft quilted nights of my ruin
and
will you meet me here in my destruction?
Tommy Smith Apr 7
her
she was tranquility in the morning’s early,
  moonbeams dripping red lights
and her eyes shifting softly,
she’s my favorite time of day when she smiles and moans
whispers and sees
she’s my favorite time of day
wrapped in moonbeams
dripping red lights
in my solitude and hers
my peace
   in her...
Tommy Smith Apr 6
she woke my mind
with a consciousness
  undefined,
moving like a slow kiss in the rain
she conquered my demon’s reign
and became,
yeah
she became my mind unrefined
and
a slow kiss in the rain..
Tommy Smith Apr 3
she rhymes like the words she writes,
divine and unrefined
an un-syncopated rhythm always keeping time,
and her eyes,
   well,
her eyes dream like poets do and her smile,
   well,
her smile curves as the nights do and she
lingers on my mind like thoughts do...
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