Cigarette Memory

Ali

I smoked my last cigarette,which was
hidden in my car and pack,which has.
And you sat in my car,played with the lights,
Your soul harrassed mine,and it turned into night,
..This takes us to the point of what is.

You slept in my bare arms,not in the dark
Previous,walking to the sea and park.
But you didn't ask me,not once,to leave and go,
Just slept in my arms,vowing a sanctimonious blow,
For if someone would hurt me,avenge and stark.

I must claim there was singing and music in the foreground,
Our favorite songs-a fire-a dance,they were all around,
And they tattooed and lost their souls,not recognizing God,
For you know how he is about tattoes,they'll be ruled by the rod,
Until they get them OFF, in His name,and again they will be found.

For their tattooes danced and we fell in love,your face,
As solid and wonderous as that secret, forbidden place,
And I will see you two weeks from today,in no haste,
Loving your soul in the wind,a-ridden with mace,
For every night,your lips ,I do taste.

I love you Ackley.


allison (dev.)c2006

madjack

Ali I can feel your sadness, I wish I could take it away, but I can't. I've been through some very trying times myself. I really don't understand why or how come, I just know what is. I do believe that fate or God has a purpose for all of this, we just have to wait and see what will be. I do hope in Heaven, I feel this is where all of life's answers are to be found. Take care of yourself there are many who care about you.