dust...

smoke streams up in a wave
makeing love to the air moving in and out
wrapped around digital doughnut lips
metallic
hard

the sensual connection in fluidic serenity
as the ebb of the tide comes and goes in and out
eminating from pursed pillows of perfection
skin
soft

swirling in dissipation in an endless delta
melding unto the surroundings to become one
wrapping all in rancid embrace
particulate
coarse

dispersed to be set free
breaking the chains of laminar tyranny from within to be let out
close no more, no contact
smoke
dry

escape