Coalescing it curls--
caressing the soft underskin
of my own hidden inhibitions
and taunting it draws them forth
plucked from the ether still
forming from the chemicals
a Polaroid of smoke and
acrid-sweet tastes pulled
fettered out of
the bowl.
Tug, tug, tug-o-war
I play it happily,
inhale and
smile.
Does this work?
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Any adolescent who hasn't tried maryjane, at least once and hopefully not too often into an addiction, ought to be spanked. Its smoke, curling into the underskin, reveals things within, like inhibitions to be dealt with, back and forth like a "tug-o-war" - a really original poetic image for inner conflict: let the process, like a photo emerging, go on, or stop it. Thankfully, this poet "play"s it happily..." Am I aiding and abetting youthful corruption with my remarks? Probably yes, as long as it leads to an emergent self and a poem as good as this, and is as controlled. So lock me up already...
Helluva good one, Nienna. Craftily done. Title? maybe "LightUp" might work?
Later...
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Haha, thanks Lad. It was actually just shesha smoke from a hookah, but that in itself is an enormous step on my part. :-) And...hell, things like this are definitely the least of my worries. As perhaps you have come to see. Thanks for the title suggestion, I'll play around with it for sure.
Much love,
Nenni
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