Clouds Nostrils
A funny little poem about the nostrils on my friends face - a writing prompt from his boyfriend
The dark holes that ignite the scents of life rest calmly on the face of Cloud, these tunnels of black allow a simple breath to pass through in and out, in and out but, Sometimes these breaths aren't so simple. They are a deep tunnel of air flowing in to catch a smell whether it be sweet maybe not so pleasant other times they are not so simple breaths when they are filled with fear, desperation and even lust.
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Time. Time is so very interesting isn't it? It zooms past in the moments you want to last and dances oh so slowly in the moments you can't bear to wait. But, it doesn't really change it's pace does it?, a minute will always be sixty seconds, an hour sixty minutes and a day twenty-four hours so, how is it that hours can feel like seconds and seconds like hours? When we stop and think about time that's when it plays it's tricks on us.
By Dempsey Quartermaine3 years ago in Poets
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