Poetic Interlude… Conspirators

A plume of white smoke
Trails the steam train of your laugh
Cold tipped lips
Dyed purple
Ravishing

The sky winks and snaps
Bluest eye
Cut by the white drift
Of complacent cloud

We are differently indifferent
You to cold
I to time
And we ride the day side by side

Conspirators

© Ren Warom 2015

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