Smoking Pose

With the color in your eyes ablaze Sleeping but awake Desperately, you're searching for remains To feed that part of you Crawling and scratching Sifting through ashes Your fingers are blistered Right down to the filter The blistering that carved that shape in you all night With your chin down to your chest Speech drooling out in a mesh Of baritone slurs, incomprehensible, unaware of what you mean Of baritone slurs, incomprehensible, unaware of how you seem Your eyes were just blatant hints at your elevation Allowing the two of you, completion Singe your throat when the door is open Beneath the smoke that I can see that, I can see that you have come alive again