Filtered longing

The smoke rising
in paisley wisps,
hangs in the air

Ashes collect
in the bottom
of a glass tray

Counting the dead,
crushed and bent
ending all life

But one fights
for reasons
in the gathering

One ember,
a lone survivor
still longs your lips

Bright red lipstick
caressing it softly,
I know how it feels

Reviews

[Alani]

ohhhhh :)
Longing is what makes you a great poet.. ;)

[willweb]

Thank you once again Alani. I think we all long for something every now and again. I am more than happy you liked this poem.

[s y e]

Woo, I adore the title to this one, Will. You have really outdone yourself with this one. I agree with everything Jacob said!

[willweb]

Thank you so much Noodlehead. Your nice words have made me smile.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sensual piece....rising from the ashes...i caress it , there is still a lit ash, there is still a sense of you, and i want to inhale it.

[willweb]

Thank you so much Jacob

[Matching Socks]

"Bright red lipstick caressing it softly"
Makes me want to take up smoking after sex...

Enjoyed it, well written.

[willweb]

Thank you Ance. Happy you enjoyed this.

[Sami Khalil]

In your filtered longing, I saw the reasons of gathering. I felt the fights of life's endings...Bravo...........

[willweb]

Thank you Sami for your nice comments on my poem. I am glad you enjoyed it.

[Sami Khalil]

Yep. You are welcome...:).........................