Smoke spilling has a peculiar flow


something like the flow of tears and time

something like the flow of snoring and breath

some, like the flow of markered white spaces



spilling smoke is open to flow, nothing like the wet and wait of tears and time, nor the definitive and lively of snoring and breath, not even like the false pretentiousness of selling, on papers. Open to flow how tears, time, snoring, breath, markered white spaces are open.

Open.

Flowing, from the fear of judgment. Open. Flowing, from the secrets of experience. Open. Flowing, from the seclusion of warning. Open. Flowing, from the vanity of generation. Open. Flowing, from the bridged letters of story telling - in good faith or bad. Open. Flowing.

Sexy.

Spilling smoke is open how legs, unfolding, is sexy. Spilling smoke flows how quarter eyes, of any color, are sexy. Smoke spills in a sexiness that only morning-chilled bodies exhausted under floating sequences of intimacy can imitate. Spilling smoke is sexy how sexy doesn't know it's sexy, sensual doesn't know it's sexy. How sexy and sensual don't realize they're open. Open. Flowing. Sexy.

Delicious.

Smoke spills in a delicious open flow of sexiness. Un-ashamed of its requirement. Mandated as thought candy for open, flowing minds. Minds enticed in the quiver of flocked strands. Minds that amuse in wide woven rayon, tight weaved silk. Minds happy about discovery. Minds happy about re-discovery, exploration. Not in or with others. It's jus', sometimes we see clearer seeing ourselves through others. Minds happy about the possibilities.

Possibilities.

Spilling smoke is the sexy flow of openness - to identity, individuality. A romantic sail toward one's own name. An unconditional commitment to the features of one's own face. A kiss with one's own inner voice. A hug with one's own heat. A dance with one's own body. A discussion with one's self. An embrace of one's self. An indulgence with one's own juices. Juices fit for the stream of any cleansing.

Cleansing.

Spilling smoke has a peculiar flow . . . self acceptance.