Smoky Thoughts

chris/ August 30, 2005

The thin, bright blue waves of air roll in my direction,
wisps of breath that escape your lungs and cross the table between us.
The familiar scent tickles, teases, draws me close in spite of my repulsion.

The sensations creep down my arms and legs like unwelcome memories,
thoughts that grew light and thin as they evaporated, somewhere far above my mind.
They were the thoughts that trapped me in my seat, a slave to my freedom.

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