Be your Cigarette
Saturday, 14. April 2007, 13:22:57
Be your CigaretteYou lit me with your gentleness since that day
I have become cigarettes in your hand
Between your lips you keep me in soft gay
My stature permeates zealous eyes in band
You burn my life casually over tea
I dance and glimmer heartily with sips
You say: “Before you I am the real me.”
My tears linger around your fingertips
Among stars when wonders the lonely moon
I am content to wait for you to light
I know not why some feeling comes so soon
Eager to change to smoke flying at night
Not feeling pity to turn into ash
Still be your cigarette in next life flash








张弛 Sir AzureTimm, Kingdom of Love # 17. April 2007, 06:48
I know it's an excuse... But really, I prefer to read your poems in a good environment. But these days... You know, as a senior 3 student, all my life is filled with tests, exams, scores, problems... So I have to make do, on ve playground during our PE class.
Cigarette. Though I have to admit I dislike them, your dedication in the lines is apparent. For someone lucky enough to get your heart, I congratulate him... It's a wonder in anyone's life to find such a good companion like you
Among stars when wonders the lonely moon
I'm content to wait for you to light
What a dedicated heart...
best wishes to you... And your **
Alicelotus # 17. April 2007, 17:04
Thank you for your appreciation of my poem again, Timm boy~!
Alice
jasontmac # 19. April 2007, 02:13
And How U can light his life?
张弛 Sir AzureTimm, Kingdom of Love # 19. April 2007, 03:11
Alicelotus # 19. April 2007, 16:11
Cigarette in my lines is just a imagery, so the guy "I" belong to can't necessarily smoke. As for " How U can light his life?", I have read a nice passage of comments on a poem: "Paradise is sordid in comparison to the joys of her relationship with her beloved. She will not accept heaven without him and regards any separation from him as itself 'hell'." How many times, complanits and sigh are left facing the distance and separation with no alternative, yet a graceful dream is shared and kept in both hearts.
Though now
Out of reach
Out of touch
Out of smell
We have physically met
In poetry
Best wishes
Alice
Alicelotus # 19. April 2007, 16:15
Nice dreams
Alice
张弛 Sir AzureTimm, Kingdom of Love # 20. April 2007, 00:57
Year, our souls physically met in poetry...
Alicelotus # 21. April 2007, 16:30
"Because you saturated sight,
And I had no more eyes
For sordid excellence
As Paradise."
(In Vain)---By Emily Dickinson