Blow Me

by e.h. - Libra

I tried to wash
Your hot
Smoke smell
Off of me
Burning wood
Hot breeze 
You blew against me all night
(you left about 3)
Scattering your weeds and roses
Throughout my hair
Step step
Down the staircase
Echoes forced to fall throughout time
But water they don't make hot enough
To scald the memories
Of blue, blue Sundays
And silent cries
You never heard
Through the haze of your
Desires

Birth sign: Libra
Date created: 2000-12-04 14:56:16
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:43:07
Poem ID: 58791

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