Eyes

Red goal, burning coals
heat snakes down, pipe for O
puff puff, smoke through lips
clouds breeze through
me and you
do it again
and you did, white against
smooth vibes, a low buzz
bass line tagged
along the carpet ground
smoke touched my face, icy soft
masked your eyes
so i searched for them
held my body still
waited
until the clouds cleared.

Those eyes, right there

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