Swallowing Smoke

smol·der /ˈsmōldər/ verb burn slowly with smoke but no flame

Breathe to me
The wings of fiery
Heavens to stay unseen
Inside their clouds

Lungs hold fire
Breath breeds desire
To swallow smoke
Is to smolder

Sing to me
The silver melodies
That spin their way through trees
In quiet crowds

Hearts hold fire
Everyone is desire
To swallow smoke
Is to smolder

You don't own your shadow
Any more than he owns life;
You know you want your darkness
And he knows he wants your light.

I'm smoldering
I'm smoldering
I'm smoldering

And fire will light the air
And apathy will care

I'm waiting to be doused

I'm smoldering
I'm smoldering
I'm smoldering

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

smoldering...not on fire, but smoldering...but you can make me burn with desire...waiting to get rid of this apathy...waiting to need to be doused...i want to feel that again...i own my darkness, but he can make me light again.
damn, i like your style...your wording is so clever...and your words just jump off the page as if they just pour from your pen with such ease.

[Authoress]

thank you so much!