Smoldering
Jaidyn Steinbrecher
standing, solely, smoking
on a dutch patio. with you across the pond,
my first taste of your absence burns my lips.
it smells of you,
it feels like home.
the sweetness sweeps my senses
with a smoldering stardust
that may never reach you.
i hope it finds
a way.
i hold
it out to you,
and let you breathe,
decaying in the wind.
slowly, softly, smoldering.