Clove Cigarettes

The flame burned down at the tips of my fingers
and I inhaled pale-coloured death, thinking:
we die of consumption.

I've been passing time
sucking down fairy-fruit scented like Christmas
when all I want is your kisses.

Reviews

[Hippy]

i like it!! it has good comparisons and has that feel of that brief thought that captures a moment and gives it a deeper meaning that to me sounds like a great type of poetry, it has a name but i forget, and finally i wish to argue and say with out consumption we die, so might as well consume and make merry of it

[Cicera]

In here I have a clove-scented incense burning. I have a desire to inhale that scent as much as the air would let me take it in. I want to take it all, and not just touch with my lips the lips where they want to end. But I want to suck life from every word that from that mouth, melts before it comes out in a kiss. I want to take the c out of clove and make it love.

[FLCJournPress]

Thanks for joining. I think one of the awards is meant for this poem.