Ashes to ashes

One of these days
I will crumble –
like the end of a cigarette 
on fire,
in the middle of your lips 
does –
when you inhale,

glowing brightly 
one last time
before I distingerate at your feet –
a transitory source
of peace
and pleasure.

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About Aditi

My thoughts are who I am and I am what my thoughts make me.
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