Your Lips Taste Of Cigarettes; You Don't Smoke

Your Lips Taste Of Cigarettes; You Don't Smoke

A Poem by Tai Ryens

In the air I taste your breath,

The hushed sighs of a tamed love

Blazing quietly from afar,

A passion that twinkles in only the eyes

Of two lovers that speak in whispers,

Afraid of who’s to hear them.

 

Let the demons come, my love, I say,

Let them come and rip the world

Asunder, piece by piece, let

Our world die fighting tooth and nail

Instead of succumbing

To suffocation with a whimper.

 

For this passion smolders violently

In the confines of a windowless room,

The faint smoke gathering to slowly

Extinguish the dwindling inferno,

The ashes causing your lips to taste

Not of love, but dust and remains.

 

If this fire were to die

Without burning down the world,

I daresay, who’s to hear us?

 

© 2014 Tai Ryens


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who is to hear us indeed ... set the blaze free for goodness sake! :)
E.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Tai Ryens

9 Years Ago

Thank you, Einstein!
"The ashes causing your lips to taste
Not of love, but dust and remains"
I like the poem. Real life and direct. The scent of cigarettes can put you into a bad place if you do not smoke. I like the conversation and thoughts in the poem. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 9 Years Ago


Tai Ryens

9 Years Ago

You're right about that, Coyote. Thank you.
Love is hard to find, hold on with all your might, let not dense heads deter your expression of love, for it can be fleeting, plant your love in springs soil ; and perhaps flowers of life will grow

Posted 10 Years Ago


Tai Ryens

10 Years Ago

Thank you, p Salinger, always lovely to hear your outlooks. Not many people look upon life as cheer.. read more
paul sal.....

10 Years Ago

It is my pleasure. I am not always as cheerful as my writing my infer but I do believe in hope........ read more
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Pax
The first time I have read this, i was totally intrigue, then i came back again with the same feeling of mysteriousness it says...

The title was cleverly put, brings or adds up to the piece's intent. Now I am giving myself much more thought on how these demons came up. Perhaps the demons itself is within them. Perhaps this is an forbidden affair in the eyes of many. Afriad to speak up, or to open up, for the hammer of truth breaks many hearts. MOre often Passion drives us crazy in foolish mistakes, it okay, it is natural to have mistakes and foolish choices, but getting out of it, takes a lot of things, even death to the fires of love...

a very nice piece Tai, my friend...

Posted 10 Years Ago


Tai Ryens

10 Years Ago

Always pleased to incite intrigue among my readers, thank you, Pax, always a pleasure to see your th.. read more
I love the images of the lovers trying to be kept secret, but they hope that they will be exposed so that they can be together in the open. Title threw me a bit, I thought this might be something of an accusation, but I still enjoyed it immensely. The third stanza is my favourite, especially the last line, where you say dust and remains instead of ash and soot. The remains, though, bring to mind death, whether the death of your secret, the world around you, or the love between you, it's all very well.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Tai Ryens

10 Years Ago

Spot on, especially with the death part. Glad you enjoyed, I thank you kindly.
Extant

10 Years Ago

My pleasure.
It made me think of a couple in a cabin. They kiss and the cabin glows like there's a fire. Smoke wafts in from somewhere unseen, and one of the couple evaporates into dust and ashes, leaving the protagonist to wonder what should happen if the glow goes out.
And the fire dies.
Well done. ^^

Posted 10 Years Ago


Tai Ryens

10 Years Ago

How woefully intriguing, always great to see your thoughts, Blue.
Ps. Check your PMs :P
Bluefire

10 Years Ago

No problem. ^^
Newport menthols. You can taste them everywhere you put your mouth on her. As long as the demons have a carton of Newports they can come on in

Posted 10 Years Ago


Tai Ryens

10 Years Ago

Rational thinking at its finest, aha. Thank you, Baby R
That is well done i write .. "The ashes causing your lips to taste
Not of love, but dust and remains" i loved these lines..


Posted 10 Years Ago


Tai Ryens

10 Years Ago

Thank you, Stars!
stars are far

10 Years Ago

my pleasure :)
This love sounds anything but tame, smoldering violently just a clue, sounds as though it could be a forbidden love or long distance relationship that runs hot and cold. Love never dies really but it can be suffocating. No whimpers in this strong poetic statement...I say shout if from the rooftops! A favorite Tai.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Tai Ryens

10 Years Ago

Tame enough to contain in your hands but wild enough to burn; thanks muchly, always a great pleasure.. read more
Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Ha sounds like most relationships my friend!...always my pleasure.

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Added on March 16, 2014
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