The Smoking Pose - The Honorary Title

With the color in your eyes ablaze

Sleeping but awake

Desperately, you’re searching for remains

To feed that part of you

Crawling and scratching

Sifting through ashes

Your fingers are blistered

Right down to the filter

The blistering that carved that shape in you all night

With your chin down to your chest

Speech drooling out in a mesh

Of baritone slurs, incomprehensible, unaware of what you mean

Of baritone slurs, incomprehensible, unaware of how you seem

Your eyes were just blatant hints at your elevation

Allowing the two of you, completion

Singe your throat when the door is open

Beneath the smoke that I can see that,

I can see that you have come alive again